Dorian Booktok Mga Nobela at Kwento

CHAPTER 41 They had just stepped out of the basement when Dorian suddenly stopped dead in his tracks. “Wait,” he muttered, his brows furrowing. “He said… he’s bound within the bulb.” Lucian turned to him. “What about it?” Dorian didn’t answer. His hands snapped into motion, fingers tracing glowing sigils mid-air. A soft crackle of magic responded as a book shimmered into existence and dropped into his waiting hand. Kai blinked. “Did you just summon a book?”

I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something deeper going on, something that I was only just beginning to uncover. "That's the book I was talking about," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Dorian nodded, his eyes focused on the pages. He flipped through the book with practiced ease, as if he could understand the cryptic symbols and ancient texts written within its pages. Suddenly, he slammed the book shut, causing me to jump in fright. "What was that for?" I demanded, my heart racing. "Eden, there are many things you don't know," Dorian said gravely, his eyes meeting mine. "And I think it's time for you to find out."

The windows are wide open, yet the room still feels too warm. When I come down for lunch, Dorian is already seated at the table, reading with an intensity that makes the air feel heavy. The title of his book catches my eye: The Moon Goddess and the Hunter. I didn't know he was into novels, not that I know anything about him besides his name. He looks up when I sit across from him. “Luna,” he greets, lowering the book and bowing his head. I blink. Beta Dorian respectfully addressing me as Luna throws me off more than anyone else.

Dorian chuckled, staring into Elika’s eyes. The princess stared back into the feral man’s deep yellow eyes, her breath catching slightly as she spoke; the demonic eyes seeming to penetrate her soul. “Sometimes ... But it was mostly to the library or woods...” Dorian nodded, glancing away from the princess; before snapping his head back towards her as he began to speak, his tone coated with interest. “So, you are interested in books, little girl?” Elika forced a small smile, tugging at the leather collar as it once again began to dig into the side of her neck; irritating the princess. “Yes...”

Eww, what the hell was that? Shaking my head, I started walking toward the library. Ever since yesterday, I haven't contacted Dorian about what happened in the library. I wanted to reach out to him but it was evident that he needed privacy. I took a deep breath when I saw Dorian already sitting on a chair, his head hidden behind the book cover. Smiling to myself, I sat down beside him, "Hi." Face still covered by the book, he greeted me, "Hey." And then we were both quiet. I opened the book and allowed him the time to initiate the conversation. I was flipping through the pages when Dorian peeked out of the book, "Thanks."

I’m so fucking tired, and I just want to go home. I'm trying to remember the name of the cab service in town, but I can't think of it. When I slide open the screen of my cell phone, there's a text waiting for me from Dorian. *You’re out late.* It’s accompanied by a picture of his cock. I smile, because I can’t help myself, and turn the camera in my hands, admiring it from a different angle. Dorian doesn't have just any cock. He has a beautiful cock.

And then nothing else, because he was Cain, and two sentences were frequently more than most people managed in an hour, and I had found, over the last several weeks, that I had learned to hear them correctly. Dorian was beside me. He had a book — not the book, a different one, something he had found in the palace library in the three weeks of the inquiry when he was not counter-arguing obstructions or reading territorial law. He was not reading it now. He was at the table, present in the specific way he was present — slightly apart, entirely there.

Serena simply encircled her arms around his neck as he picked her up in bridal style, the book still clutched in his left hand. ~~~~~ Serena could feel but not react. The images of her violently manipulating Amie’s powers and then watching her collide with the wall and her life seeping out of her eyes continuously floated in front of her eyes. She felt Dorian lower her on the bed. “I’ll put the book in your closet, okay?” she heard him say. However, the moment he turned, she held his hand, shaking her head. She didn’t want to leave him. “I am not going anywhere, I just want to keep this book where it was.” He started pulling away and a voice at the back of her mind screamed in protest. Doria

After our talk Dorian went to deal with some pack business, saying that he would be back later to get us some dinner. He asked that I stay in the room until then, but he left me three books to read and some light snacks to keep me occupied. I was glad that he was finally accepting me, even if he had a long way to go before I could fully trust him, it was a start; one that we both needed. I had so many questions about the pack, about how things are run here and how different they are to the way Jamie does things.