Donsilver Toxic Attraction Novels & Stories

Inside, it was all chandeliers, crystal, and corruption disguised as couture. Men in tuxedos. Women dripping in diamonds. Too much champagne, not enough honesty. Marko placed his hand on my lower back, like a warning. “We’ll make the rounds,” he murmured. “You smile. You laugh. And you pretend you don’t hate me.” “I don’t have to pretend,” I said throughgritted teeth. “I just have to act.” His smirk was infuriating. “Good. Then act like you belong to me.” He blended in immediately, answering all sorts of question right from how he fell in love with me and the likes.

he replied. "But there is something that needs more of your attention than that," he pointed at her screen which again played an Indian soap opera where a woman asked she would only marry a man who will bring her a piece of moon and the man who wanted to marry her was now on the moon just to bring a piece of it for her (I bet you've seen this one also) Roshanay's smile suddenly faltered as his voice sounded serious as she clicked her phone off. It was just this swift second and a slight change in his tone that now her heart was began to beat rapidly in her ears.

But Cedric had never been good at following instructions, and so when he reached Falcone's glass, he couldn’t help it. He looked up, their eyes met for just a second, and Cedric forgot how to breathe. Dark brown eyes, almost black in the dim light that made Cedric's stomach flip in a way that had nothing to do with fear and everything to do with the terrible realisation that this man was possibly the most attractive person he'd ever seen in his life. Which was inconvenient, considering said man was a killer probably wanted him dead. Cedric forced himself to look away, finishing the pour with hands that were absolutely, definitely shaking now.

The silence was worse than the gunfire had been. I stood at the shattered bar cart, surrounded by broken crystal and the metallic tang of spent ammunition, and listened to the penthouse breathe. Dante's men moved in quiet currents around me—sweeping glass, securing the hallway, dragging the last of Enzo's failed assault team toward the service elevator. No one spoke to me. No one looked at me directly. I was the Don's woman, and the Don was gone, and that made me something between royalty and a widow in waiting.

Of all the places he should be now, this was not the best. "Wow, Josh," Don exclaimed. "If it isn't his assistant himself." Josh, I guessed, was Don's assistant and also the one who led me in here. The look in Don's eyes was almost manic, and I could tell that he was on a killing spree. He lifted his gun towards Antonio. Now that I wasn't going to have. In a swift motion, I pointed my gun at Josh, and luckily for me, Don was looking away. I pulled the trigger, and Josh screamed.

he muttered into my hair. I sniffed. “He said he wasn’t happy. That I didn't make him happy.” Nico scoffed, pulling back. “Oh, please. Anthony’s version of danger is not labeling his leftovers. You’re way too good and exciting for him.” I managed a weak laugh. Nico smirked. “You know what you need?” “To drown in ice cream?” I asked, looking up at him “Better, Amore!” He grabbed my hands, yanking me up. “We’re going to Prism.”

Yet he was so deeply stuck with her thought all the time. How did he let attraction turn into insatiable desire. Want. All he wants was her and she wants to do nothing with him. I’m sure you have many women waiting for your one flick to be with you. But I’m not a play thing to use me for your desire and lust. I request you, let me go. With that he gulped the entire drink in one go. The burn of whisky and its bitter taste wasn’t able to lessen the rattle inside him.

Bailey, lingering near the door, whispered, “That is his love language.” Colton closed his eyes. Mara examined the branching redness near the wound. “Silver poisoning isn’t just a burn,” she said, and I realized after a second that she was speaking to me. “It interferes with healing. Agitates the shift response. Causes fever, tremor, aggression, sometimes hallucination if exposure is prolonged.” I looked at Colton. He was watching me instead of Mara. My chest tightened. “Hallucination?” “Not this time,” Mara said. “He’s stubborn, not dying.”

"How do I know you're not lying to me?" "You don't." She shrugged. "Do I have your compliance?" She made it as if she wanted to remove them and I held my breath. "Fine." With my consent, I was shocked when she just grabbed the chains in her bare hands and tore them from my body in one fell swoop. I'm unable to close my mouth as I lay there stunned, trying to comprehend what just happened. Who is she? What is she?! Silver is a harmful metal to werewolves and one we steered clear of, and for her to just grab it and break it without flinching made chills run down my spine.

“How bad?” Silver shook her head, exhausted. “He’s… he’s inside me. And he’s clever. I don’t… I can’t…” “You don’t have to fight alone,” Ronan whispered. But even as he spoke, Silver realised something terrifying. Drogo didn’t need her to fight alone. He only needed her to doubt and fracture. And hesitation… her hesitation would be her undoing. She closed her eyes, feeling the whisper return, faint, like the hiss of wind through the cracks in the walls.