Datura Stories Novels & Stories

Darius ignored the remark. “There’s something else you haven’t asked.” Aurora frowned. “What?” Darius looked at her for a few seconds before answering. “Why I’m so certain… that Dante isn’t the only man in this story.” Aurora stiffened instantly. “That’s enough,” she said coldly. “But that’s not all,” Darius continued. Aurora stepped forward. “I’m not interested—” “Because that night… you weren’t entirely alone.” That sentence stopped Aurora in her tracks.

Daria I was Daria Page, billionaire CEO, and I’d just kissed my assistant, my employee. The line I had crossed was a glaring mistake, but my skin was still alive where his hands had lingered, my pulse racing like I’d run a marathon. “Stop,” I repeated, my voice trembling. “Get out.” Nate didn’t move. His jaw clenched, and for the first time, I saw something sharp in his eyes like anger, maybe, or defiance. “No.”

June lunged for Dante, catching his sleeve as they both tumbled down into darkness. They didn’t fall into fire. They landed in a mountain of paper. June gasped, rolling onto the soft, dusty pile. She scrambled up, boots sliding across millions of pages. When she looked around, a sob escaped her. The pit stretched as far as she could see, crammed with old Golden Books, torn photographs, broken wooden spoons. “These are the failed versions,” Dante said softly. He picked up a photograph—him and June in a park, except the sun was a weird, neon green. “They’ve been trying to bake the ‘perfect’ story for ages. We’re just the latest screw-ups.”

and Ezra was shaking his head and Dax was sitting beside me with his hand back on his own knee and his jaw was tight from trying not to laugh. After dinner we sat around the fire. The wine kept flowing and the conversation got easier. Rena started telling stories about the packs she'd visited on the border, the wolves she'd healed, the things she'd seen on the road. She talked about the refugee column and the night the sky turned orange and the old man who'd carried his dead wife's shoes for twenty miles because he couldn't bear to leave them behind. The room went quiet after that story and Hilde was holding her daughter tighter and Ezra was looking at the fire and Dax's hand found mine betw

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the cho

Zahra whispered, not minding to hide the fear in her voice, “But why had they set fifteen huts ablaze?” “I can’t say for sure,” Dodo turned her attention to Zahra, “But my mother told me a story of how the three Kingdoms, after hunting, danced around a campfire. You want to hear the story?” “No,” Zahra and Ginika said in unison. They were not prepared to hear Dodo’s unending tale. She would only end up telling them of how her great, great, great grandmother, told her great, great grandmother and her great grandmother, to her… Her stories usually leave one hungry and light-headed, or it would knock you out.

Luna listened for a moment, realizing how quickly ordinary things become precious when you've nearly lost them. By the fifth day, they started encountering travelers heading east. News of the underwater city had spread, though the stories bore little resemblance to what actually happened. One merchant spun a tale of an immortal kingdom rising from the sea. Another insisted Darius had single-handedly defeated an ancient king, which amused Onyx so much he repeated the exaggerated story at every opportunity. "You should correct them," Darius said. Onyx shook his head. "I prefer this version." "But you were there." "That's precisely why I know reality was less impressive."

Chapter 4: Forbidden Variety Lila’s secret life was expanding faster than she could manage. Marcus was incredible, but the thrill of the new had her craving more. She signed up for a Wednesday night salsa class at a trendy studio downtown—framed to Ryan as “stress relief and exercise.” He barely looked up from his laptop when she told him. The studio was alive with rhythm and heat. Bodies moved in sync under low lights. Their instructor, **Javier**, was pure charisma—tall, lean-muscled, with warm olive skin, dark curls, and a smile that could melt steel. His hands guided partners with confident precision.

Dante answered, a smile on his face as he thought of Camilla. "that's exactly how I feel about Dracaryx, I don't know if it's the whole fated mate thingy? But i feel that way about him" Valerie replied. "Wow! We Russo's sure have funny love stories, I fell in love with the girl I bought from an auction, you fell in love with the man who captured you and tortured you. Geremia, you are our only hope for a normal love story" Dante told Geremia. "I will do my very best" Geremia replied.

But even if I had slept with a girl before, I know better than to lay their names down before these clowns. Chatters went on, but I didn't care. Jackie gently squeezed my hand, trying to make me feel better. Dav went ahead and collected the cards, played with them and served them again. I'm hoping Carlson won't take it upon himself to do that dare, maybe I will be safe. This time, a girl got up to do the dare. "Card number 8 and 6, I dare you to kiss and make out before everyone!" Wow! I thought Carlson was just being a jerk, but this girl...she's on another level.