Dolores #encanto Novels & Stories

We attempted to shield ourselves, but the force of her magic was too strong, sending us sprawling backwards. She was not just deflecting our attacks, she was dominating us, her magic overpowering ours with an ease that was terrifying. Despite our numbers, we were losing this battle. The scene unfolding before me was nothing short of terrifying. Elara, with her dark magic, had us all restrained. I could only watch in horror as Dante was dragged screaming by an invisible force towards the pentagram carved into the floor at the base of the altar.

“We will discuss this later.” She motioned for her soldiers to follow her and headed in the direction of the sounds. When they came upon the large room, the vampires and the werewolf were still bent over while Chloe lay in a heap between them. Verona’s eyes went fiery red at the sight of a half-dozen dragons filling up the room. Her voice was rich with hostility as she hissed, “You dare step foot in Meta territory?” “Spare me,” Myriana said as she set fire to Verona with her breath.

Elena’s ears burned as she heard the deep, enticing tone in Dolphus’s voice. She exhaled a gentle response. "Alright..." Perhaps it was the excitement of two hearts finally aligning on the same journey. Or maybe it was just Dolphus’s presence enveloping her like a powerful alpha energy. Dolphus took Elena back to her apartment. He held her hand firmly throughout the journey, his fingers encircling hers as if he worried she would disappear if he released her.

Author’s POV Dolores wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the touch of the chill night air on her skin as she got into the car waiting outside Don Deangelo's mansion. The moment she sat inside, the driver turned to her, handing her a bottle of water and a packet of birth control pills. "Take these, Madam Dinero asked me to give them to you. So, you won’t get pregnant even if the clients cum inside of you," he instructed.

Miles Dolores’s fingers trail down my chest, lingering on each scar and tattoo. Her touch is a gentle fire, igniting every nerve. She reaches the hem of my shirt, slowly lifting it over my head. I catch her wrist. “Dolores,” I murmur, looking into her eyes. They’re soft, but determined. “You don’t have to do this, I know that was a lot...” She tilts her head, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips. “I want to. I need you Miles.” She pulls my shirt off and tosses it aside. Her lips follow the path her hands took, leaving a burning trail in their wake.

Her smile faded a little at his blunt tone, but she maintained her upright posture. "Gourmet area, Cristina," he reinforced, now without looking, walking towards the stable. She swallowed her pride, placed her hands on her hips, and decided to obey. But not without muttering softly, looking at the closed door: "What are you hiding, cowboy?" --- In the living room, Dolores stretched, wrapped in the blanket, with a sleepy, satisfied smile on her lips. His scent was imprinted on her skin. The memory of every touch made her belly clench again. She closed her eyes, biting her lip, trying to contain the wave of heat rising within her.

But she wondered why he had been so nice to her and Geoffrey. She studied his features a bit more and noticed his long eyelashes, his strong jawline, and his soft lips. ‘I have never seen a man this beautiful.’ “Lady De Solange.” Daniel’s voice made her jump. “If you keep staring at me in that manner, someone might get the wrong idea,” he said with his eyes still closed. Magnolia felt her face burn with embarrassment. She cleared her throat, trying to think of something to say, but thankfully the carriage came to a stop.

I snorted, giving a small wry laugh through my tears, looking away. "You've already hurt me, Dorian Torres." I frowned and turned to look at him, arming myself with courage, containing my anger and indignation. “You already destroyed me once. You forced me to get pregnant.” "That's true," he agreed, as if he didn't mean to apologize for it. "You—"

But as soon as she caught sight of the scene before her, she froze. They were all huddled together—Gregory, Lilian, Darian, and that girl. A perfect, tearful family reunion. From her angle, Dolores couldn’t see Paulina’s face, but the girl’s posture was enough to make her pause. She stood straight but not stiff, her presence calm and poised, almost regal. Her back was graceful, her movements subtle yet refined. Nothing about her screamed ‘country bumpkin’ like Dolores had imagined or hoped. Instead, something in her stomach twisted. A flicker of insecurity, jealousy, and unease passed through her like a cold breeze.

And directly across from him—Noah Reyes. Up close, he looked even more unfair. Hazel eyes, long lashes, a slow, confident smile that made people lean closer without realizing it. Ethan could smell him: cedar, fresh grass, something darker underneath that made his pulse spike. Noah’s gaze lifted. For half a second their eyes locked. Something flickered there—surprise, maybe curiosity. Then Noah looked away with a lazy grin like it meant nothing. The game started. Bottle spin. Truth or dare. Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table.