Dobby Lines Novels & Stories

she declared, grabbing my wrist before I could object. They were seated in a circle, not far from where we originally sat. Nathan had no choice but to join us. I whispered to Nora. “What's a T or D?” “Short for Truth or Dare,” she said. The rules were simple. Answer the question… or do the dare. And if you refused, you finish one bottle of alcohol. “Let the game begin,” someone said, lifting a bottle with a grin.

Caleb rasped from behind. "Arc for me ,pet," he growled.His tip instantly teased my hole, and slowly, he sunk himself in me,my hole throbbing from the huge monster railing its way in me. "Remember the safe word ,pet,I can't promise to be on my best behaviour." His member fully deep in me. "Gawd... Eliot, you trying to snap my dick into half?You're so tight. How could I have forgotten this..." --- "Dai.. Daisy..." he whispered. It took everything in me to stop.

“The hell you will,” Dante spits, rage lighting up his features. “Fucking hell,” I mutter, shutting my laptop. “Dante, I really don’t have time for this. This is a business meeting with someone who just happens to be an old friend—” “Friend?” Gabbi cuts in, a smirk spreading across his face. “Is that what we’re calling it these days?” A growl rumbles from Dante’s chest, and I roll my eyes.

Ivo nodded but said nothing, just staring at Law. He wanted to know how much this tattooed fuckboy knew about him. “Okay, I'll start first. My name is Lewis, Lewis Linford Hugo. I'm the vice-chairman of the Black Wolf mafia. People usually call me Law, but just for you, you can call me Hubby or Papa, maybe,” said Law with a mischievous wink. Ivo sighed for the umpteenth time. Again with the smooth talk. The man in front of him was indeed a high-class gay fuckboy.

I know I would be taking advantage of her in this state, but on the other side, I would be saving her life. “Master, that's the only way. You are saving her life, and I know she will understand.” Debby tried to sound reassuring. “But Iifyou don't do it, she… she will die” Dobby's final words echoed throughout my body, finally causing my blood to stir.

I pulled my phone free, already irritated—only to freeze when I saw the name glowing on the screen. Of all people. At eight on a Friday night. Tobias. Tobias: Hey, bro. How’s it going? Heard you’re in quite the predicament. A scowl carved itself into my expression. Of course he knew. James had an almost predatory instinct for chaos—always circling the moment there was blood in the water. Me: What the hell are you texting me for this time? The response came almost instantly. Tobias: Aw, is that any way to talk to your big brother?

"Loudspeaker!" I handed Aryo the cell phone that I had taken because the tone of the call hadn't stopped. Over and over again until it sounded sickening. "But-" "We have an agreement! Obey!" Without waiting for Aryo to pick it up, I crammed the flat object into his palm that was fused on his lap. "O-okay ...." Aryo's voice trembled. Not very manly, even though he has many female clients. What's that term Milly used to say? Like a ladyboy? Aryo is not the type of young man who moves like a womanizer. He's manly, which is why I like him.

The woods surrounded them like a natural wall, trees standing tall and dark, branches swaying gently in the breeze that carried the party sounds higher. His anxiety hummed low under the buzz of the scene. *This is not as bad as I thought it'd be, it was actually nice for a change* But the energy was infectious. The win from the game still lingered in the air, mixing with the night and the promise of forgetting for a few hours. Tyrone nudged him toward one of the coolers. “First drink’s on me. Loosen up, bro. You earned it after that game.” Ethan took the cup handed to him—something cold and sweet with a sharp bite underneath. He sipped cautiously at first, the alcohol warming his throat and

Damon crossed the floor, running a critical eye over every detail; the lighting, the projection angles, the placement of the CrossTech insignia. Everything was under control. Just as he liked it. But somewhere, in the back of his mind, the thought remained. ShadowByte is out there. And when Damon Cross wanted something, it was only a matter of time.

Except one. Dawn.