Datura Stories Novels & Stories

DAHLIA : As I listened to the stranger’s stories one after one, I examined the torch. The fire would continue burning until the reserve of magic ran out. I didn’t have to worry about it running out and leaving me in the dark. I picked some juicy worms and put them next to me searching for a stick. I eyed a small bone I wished it belonged to an animal then prayed for the owner’s salvation. “And like that, Dotoria was born; a land for humans to rule, cursing other races within its borders into madness and cruelty, condemning them to relinquish all emotions and deny their selves. What are you doing? I smell something burning.”

“The ones with all the ridiculous dramatic stories about star-crossed lovers and tragic misunderstandings.” “They’re not terrible,” Darius protested. “They’re educational.” “They’re soap operas with werewolves,” Marcus said. “Educational soap operas.” “I love educational soap operas,” I said, settling deeper into my nest of blankets and boys. And for the next few hours, that’s exactly what we did. Darius read us increasingly ridiculous stories about ancient pack drama while Marcus kept my tea cup filled and Kael played soft background music. Zane held me through it all, his presence solid and reassuring against my side.

Darius stood behind me like a conqueror, one hand wrapped around my throat, the other squeezing my breast hard enough to make me moan. “Look at them,” he growled loudly, making sure his voice carried. “These are your people. The ones you failed to protect. Tonight, they will watch their proud princess become my royal sex whore.” I tried to cover myself, but he slapped my hands away. He pushed me forward until I was bent over the thick stone railing. My breasts hung over the edge, fully exposed to everyone below. Darius kicked my legs apart, then grabbed one of my thighs and lifted it high, hooking it over the railing so I was standing on only one leg completely spread open like a whore.

, Her aunt, Karuna blurted out annoyingly. "I've been learning Korean recently", Darika lifted her chin and spoke proudly. "Only in two days and three nights; humph?", Her aunt made a face and taunted Darika. Darika didn't pay attention to her aunt's taunts and looked excitedly at her both Uncles. "Her brain circuit is different from ordinary people", Seeing how enthusiastic Darika was. Aunt Karuna said loudly and got glares from three men who were present in the room. Darika didn't care about her aunt's words and sat in between her uncles and narrated the adventurous journey of two days and three nights at Kashyap mansion.

I felt trapped, suffocated by the pressure of returning to my father's company and going home to the annoying voice of that girl. And then, in a moment of raw vulnerability, I uttered those words that have stamped their presence in my heart: “Elena can never be my wife I will make her regret not running away”. I vowed silently, with my jaw set in determination as I took a shot of whiskey. “Hey man, get me another shot,” I ordered the bartender. I took a quick gulp of the whole drink and dropped the glass. As I was about to head out of the bar stool, I noticed a slender lady waltz her way in. She had Auburn hair just like my mom, her style was so classy. She was dressed in a skimpy red backle

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I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

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Thankful for not having to hide my pregnancy any longer, I took off the hoodie and then told Austin that I was going to scrub the bloody words off the wall in the living room. “We need to discuss your challenge,” Danta asserted to Austin as I walked past him to the back door. “Help me toss these bird corpses to the edge of the forest for the scavengers,” He responded. “Get me a pitchfork and a wheelbarrow,” Dante requested, and I smiled at them both before I closed the rear door.

I replied and she smiled again. "No one would ever believe us or our story. That you married me forcefully. We look more romantic than the couples who have done love marriages." She said and giggled. I chuckled hearing her. She was right. No one would ever believe us. Not our future kids and grandkids. No one would believe our Stupid Love Story.