Donsilver Toxic Attraction Novels & Stories

"Julian Colton, Alpha of the Silvercrest pack. It’s an honor to finally meet you in person." Donovan paused. He looked at my outstretched hand like I was offering him a dead rat. Then, his cold gaze dragged up to my face, flicked over to Elara, and settled back on me. The smile he offered was polite—the exact kind of polite you use right before slamming a door in a salesman's face. Beside him, his Luna leaned in. She barely bothered to lower her voice. "Silvercrest? Isn't that that little mid-tier pack out by the western edge?"

That would be bad. "I'm sorry, I saw her in the club and she was drunk and I…” "You took advantage of her?” Silver shrieked and Aaron blanched, his face turning blue. “Hell no! It was consensual; she kissed me first." He refuted, drawing nearer to Silver. “And you said she was drunk; she clearly wasn't thinking. How could you sleep with her?" Silver snapped. She was still struggling to believe that he was attracted to Maya. Didn't he ask her out just recently?

Johnny taunted her. Silver groaned playfully. "Oh god, why am I always stuck with you?." "Aww I hate you too!." Johnny said placing a hand over his heart sarcastically. "How much longer before I kill this guy?." Silver asked me. "Once we get the file!." I said with my signature smirk. Truth be told, I did enjoy their company, Johnny was dead sarcastic and savage all the time with his bad boy attitude while Silver was witty and playful. They'd be a perfect match.

They attack him and he, as if it would not cause him any trouble, wipes them out with a dark wave. He’s about to attack a wolf on the ground when I step in front of him and with a paw, I send him flying farther away. “Nicolette.” “Darren, did you want to have fun without me?” “He’s strong, don’t underestimate him.” The man stands back and shows me his face, his yellow eyes are the first thing that strike me. His left cheekbone is marked with a long scar....he is...Silver? “And here’s the woman I came to this awful place for...Apocalypse, or rather Nicolette.”

“You’ll have your own rooms. Your own space. Anything you need we’ll provide.” “I don’t want anything from you except to be left alone when I’m not actively healing your kingdom.” Silver said flatly. Her voice was cold and distant and it shouldn’t have turned me on but it did. Everything about her turned me on. Tte way she clearly wanted nothing to do with us. It made me want to break through that ice and make her feel something. I shifted again and my thigh brushed against hers. The contact was brief vut it sent electricity shooting through my entire body. I heard her sharp intake of breath and knew she had felt it too.

Silver looked around the woods, as if he was trying to find something as an excuse not to have this conversation. "Silver!" I warned and he lets out a sigh. "Nothing is going on." He replied with another sigh. "I just... I feel drawn to her." His answer made me tense and angry with in a second. I fisted my hands to stop myself from reacting irrationally. I caught Silver glancing at me at the corner of my eyes and he chuckled. "Not like that." He continued. "I'm not attracted to her sexually or anything. I still love Cora."

He was the human reincarnation of a Greek God, and despite looking so mean, I found myself being drawn to him. Stop it. “Mute?” The nice looking one echoes after what seemed like forever. I guess that tiny bit of information had knocked them off their feet. “Did you just say mute?” “Yes.” Sarah nodded. We shared one more glance before she added. “Yes, she is.” “Fucking hell!” I flinched at the loud tone that followed next. “What the actual hell!” “Language, Ares.” The shorter one scolded. “Don't do that yet.”

Right after our dinner hours ago, I rushed to my room and scattered all the dresses across the bed. "These are fucking fabulous!" I screamed with delight, clapping my hands and jumping up and down. One crimson minidress piqued my interest, so I pulled it out and held it up to my body in front of the mirror. I felt great after putting it on. It highlighted my beautiful legs and the contours of my waist. The crimson color emphasized the tone of my skin. I was taking it off to put on another outfit when I heard a doorbell. "Who would be visiting at this time? Dina?" The thought of that woman made me frown in front of the mirror.

And infuriated her on a regular schedule. There was good in him, although she wasn’t sure if he knew it. He was too focused on other things. The past bound him. She could relate. Worse, she could fall for him. The whole package of masculine beauty, the edge of danger, the tragic past, the way he kissed… The attraction was there, despite her better judgment. Way too much attraction. He could be thoughtful—bringing her a shovel, playing with her daughter— then unreasonably bossy, trying to tell her what to do, to move to Philly.

"Dummy! If there’s anyone who’d be the first to know if Sir Noah’s gay, it would be me. I can smell green blood a mile away, no matter how hard someone tries to hide it." "Well, I didn’t really feel it. I just thought it was possible. It’s just… he looks too clean, you know? He’s really into pastel-colored polos. Like right now, he’s wearing a light pink long-sleeved shirt. Yesterday, he was in white pants too."