Dorea Potter Novels & Stories

“Someone mentioned Xienna Stoermer to you today?” “That’s right! You should know that man. It’s Ignatius Rowan who came with you.” “...” “Speaking of them, this is something from the distant past. I wonder what you wish to ask. How do you guys know the name, Xienna Stoermer? If I’m not wrong, that person only appeared ten millennia ago.” Dorothy pointed to herself. “I am the reincarnation of... Xienna Stoermer.” Phoenix was puzzled. “You’re Xienna Stoermer?”

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

She heaved a deep sigh as she put the documents down on the table. Morrigan's cold gaze darts towards the Prince Regent who is now crawling out of bed. But like Mathias, he could barely lift himself with how potent the drug Morrigan created just for the two of them. She leaned on the frame of a chair as she watches the Prince Regent crawling towards the door for his dear life. "Why struggle when everything will come to an end now." Morrigan wiped the dagger on her dress and held its hilt tightly as she lifts herself to stand upright. Looking below her, watching the Prince Regent mopping the floor as he helplessly crawls the cold floor. Watching him with bored eyes she stepped on the back of

The McKinnons had invited a few investors and rich people over for a typical rich people small gathering. I could tell Mr. McKinnon was upset at the fact that I wasn’t in the kitchen like the other women of the house, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t going to let some old piece of shit tell me how I am supposed to behave. I looked around for Joseph, but I couldn’t see him anywhere. I miss my home, Judith, and Mom. “Mary! I want you to meet Fiona. She is one of our company’s finest workers,” Joshua said as he chuckled a little with his hand on her back.

Doreena didn’t look twice. Instead, she snapped her fingers. A pen levitated from the counter. A sheet of loose printer paper fluttered to the floor beside his hand. His dead fingers twitched just enough under her spell to scrawl a shaking message: “I did it to get even.” His name was signed beneath the note. Doreena vanished again in a swirl of dark vapor. Back in her stone cellar… She stood over the cauldron, rage still vibrating through her bones. Storm’s image flickered again — fever deepening, magic collapsing.

Then the old woman look at the persons she is currently talking to. "Anyway, Lord Gilbert..Lady Doreen, I would like to introduce you the person who helps us in our son case, Detective Alice Potter." Señorita Laura introduce her and she immediately bowed her head. "Please to meet you my lord, my lady. Im Alice Potter." She introduce herself politely. "You're a detective?" Lord Gilbert ask. "Yes I am." Then the old man suddenly turned silent and Alice doesn't know if she offended the old man or not. "Lady Doreen are you alright? You look pale." Señorita ask the lady so Alice also look at her. She really look pale.

"I… I had headaches during that year. Every time I was around Professor Quirrell, I felt like a nail was burning and trying to bury itself into my head." Larry Potter made a little pause, and continued. "And it was always in the same region, in my scar." He finished saying. Professor McGonagall was looking at him like a doting grandmother that wanted to hug his grandson, but she was holding back. "Yes, your scar. One of my wives, Joan, the black haired lady with armor, due to the inclinations of her magic and blessings, is very sensitive to corrupted and dark forms of energy. And she told me that she had sensed a student with a piece of corrupted magic centered around his head that was tryin

I and my brothers ran towards her and hugged her tight. "Are you alright? Are you hurt?" Shaw asks for any kind of injury. "You've got us worried, love." Sawyer whispers in her ear. "What were you doing in this forest, Dora?" I ask and realize that my brothers do not approve of my attitude of questioning her. "A woman appeared to me when the coven was doing the performance of homage to the moon." She began to justify herself, embarrassed. "She signaled me to follow her, and when the performance was over I came after her."

He'd given her a necklace that cost a few hundred dollars, money he'd saved for a long time. She'd held that simple piece of jewelry and cried like a fool who'd never seen anything so beautiful. He had been so proud then, thinking he was the prince saving Cinderella. A joke. It was all a fucking joke. She was the Thorne Principessa. She'd probably seen more diamonds than he'd seen rocks. Rocco remembered the tattoo, a tangle of black thorns and a blood-red rose between her shoulder blades, wild and dangerous. He used to kiss it every time they made love.

They could only give all the credit to the lady boss for making them see such a side to the king of the underworld. Their boss seemed like a human now, compared to the emotionless robot he used to be. Before the lady boss came into the picture, facing Draco was like facing death; he was always cranky and unpredictable. He could crush people and companies under his feet as if they were ants. As Peter looked at the scene before him, he couldn't help feeling like something was about to go wrong. Everything had been so peaceful lately that it felt like the calm before the storm since Draco gave him the task this morning. Peter could only hope the lady boss was sincere and not lying to the boss.