Demian Dinéyazhi Novels & Stories

he said. I couldn’t help but nod, because I had no clue why anyone would want Ella Delgado. By calling me that, I realized they didn’t know who they really had. “Please, let me go. I’m a nobody.” He ignored me. “My name is Domenico, and I’m your new god. If I tell you to speak, you speak. If I tell you to suck my cock, you do it. Otherwise there are nasty consequences.”

"It may be to you. But, like I said, he may let you work. But it’s dangerous. Mariano’s grandmother, Donna Ginevra, was killed in a grocery store. Shot." “That’s terrible.” She smiled at me, and I stood up. "Thanks, Aria, we should definitely hang out sometime." A smile took over her face. "Definitely, Izzy." I ventured off to look for Mariano.

“Where are you going?” “Shit,”Ethan curses under his breath. He takes a breath, composing himself, then turns around. “Duncan, I need to speak with James.” The man in the doorway is shorter than Ethan, and has blond hair scraped into a bun. He’s wearing a blue tartan kilt—so he’s not one of Ethan’s clan. He grins, then gestures behind him. “Come inside,” he says. Ethan pauses for a beat before he sighs. He heads back toward the door, his hand still clasped around mine.

I blurted out. Her eyes scanned me from head to toe, obviously judging me based on my appearance for a few more seconds. She uncrossed her arms and legs and thereafter walked closer towards me. "It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Demiana, Damien's first boss and older sister. I design beautiful and elegant clothes that match each one of my clients perfectly, not for free. But for you, I'll be willing to make exceptions." She smiled sweetly, revealing those deep dimples and I noticed the freckles that seemed to have been sprinkled below her eyes and around her cheeks.

~Devin~ “Who’s the lucky guy? Is he that rumored Brazilian model, Daniel Cortez?” Kendra continued to squeeze out information from Ren about this boyfriend of hers. Ren’s cheeks burned with a crimson shade. My fist clenched and unclenched while waiting for her answer. “No. Daniel and I are good friends. This guy I’m talking about is not showbiz, so I’d like to keep it that way for a while.” Kendra huffed demurely, unsatisfied with Ren’s vague answer. “Here’s another question from @MiraClassics: Aren’t you one of Devin Mávros’ flings?”