Dorian Booktok Mga Nobela at Kwento

Quickly, his eyes skim the first few lines below the name—ancient, devours without end, cannot be contained, bloodthirsty, dangerous— “What are you doing here?” Kieran snaps his head so fast at the sound of the voice to find Alpha Dagon; the man’s dark eyes flicker between Kieran’s face and the page of the book. He immediately walks over and slams it shut. He snatches it off the table and securely into his locker. Kieran raises a questioning brow. “What’s that?” Dagon waves his hand dismissively and sinks into his seat. “Nothing you should be concerned with. What are you doing here?”

Dorian was a man of the world, and this girl was a lot hotter than his slut of an ex, Chloe, that he’d spent the last six months with. As Dorian looked into the Dragon’s eyes he saw that they were a deep, burning purple. His soul was impaled with terror as he locked eyes with this creature. They shone like burning embers, and the monster smiled at him, opening its left mouth to emit a disturbing growl. Whatever this thing was, it sure wasn’t from this dimension. While this monster was penetrating the woman, it was screaming and shrieking louder and louder. Dorian stood there, dead in his tracks, mortified.

she replied matter-of-factly. Although he was angered by her actions, he said nothing. He’d had enough fighting for the day. “Just before she met ya, she read from the book and brought forth the dark side. It ripped up the place, but her spirits helped hold it back. Thanks for that.” she heaved a sigh. “It must have got loose anyway. It’s mighty strong, stronger than I thought in the beginning and it wants her. Not only does it want her, it wants this place. He tried to move in with her. He was pushing for marriage. Her brother would have none of it and they had a wicked fight. Dennis is at my place now. A demon creature attacked him. I think those creatures are connected to the demon m

“Maybe I can help. I can even get you into the restricted section.” I froze, a chill creeping down to my fingertips. Dorian always knew more than he should. It was as if he could read my thoughts. “Don’t look at me like that.” Dorian let out a soft chuckle. He picked up a random book and opened it carefully. “I like observing. I read physical changes and emotions the way I read a formula.” “Yeah… you’re terrifying.” “You see…” Dorian closed the book. “I know you’re chasing something far more dangerous than knowledge. Am I right?”

"She has no idea what she really is." "Then it's time she learned." Dorian started down the hill. I grabbed his arm. "Wait! If you just rush in, you'll get us all killed." "So what's your plan, prophecy boy?" I pulled the old book from my bag. "I need five minutes with her alone. She needs to see this." Dorian looked suspicious but nodded. "Create a distraction, you say? That I can do." Before I could stop him, Dorian shifted—faster than any wolf I'd ever seen. His huge black form tore down the hillside, howling a challenge that shook the trees.

I would have loved to start a daily update on it next month, but due to my exams, I would shift it to September You can follow me on I*******m at @splen_doria. I'll meet you all in my next book. I should be working on my next werewolf, and the title should be My genuine triplet's Daddy... Please check it out; it will soon be on the app. I love you all so much. Thanks for supporting me. Doria.

I blurted after a few more minutes of silence and Dorian's lips only quirked in response. frustration brimmed under my skin but all that evaporated when Dorian finally stopped in the parking lot of a movie theatre, its marquee glowing in the evening light. i squinted at the board in front displaying the play. The Boys In the Band. my eyes widened in shock because...that was my fucking favorite book! it had gone missing on my bookshelf a few weeks ago and I couldn't ask anyone in the frat house about it because well, it was a gay movie and I could as well scream my sexuality from a rooftop instead of asking them.

They weren’t wrong. Leo hadn’t said anything yet. Amia posted a blurry coffee pic with the caption “Good energy only.” Sure. Richard’s office issued a dry press release about respecting family privacy. Which, translated, meant: we hate this but we’re pretending we don’t care. And Dorian? He was sitting on my couch, in a black button-up, reading the Financial Post like he wasn’t trending. I stared at him. “Um…you’re not the guy she sent.” He turned a page. “No.”

I called again, moving toward the door but I got no answer. This guy is not only a nerd, he is also weird and somehow crazy. I wonder how I was going to cope with him when I joined his book club. I grabbed my phone off the table and unlocked it. As the screen popped on, messages flooded in. Group chats messages , especially the ones I've muted for a while now. ‘Arian Smith, Orleans College Book Club President, Accused of Misusing Club Funds.’ I blinked, trying to wake myself from the dream. I scrolled down, read it again and it was still the same.

“I’ll tell you this, Dorian, I am happier about this bond than I ever was about yours.” A snarl ripped from Dorian’s throat, low and feral. His smile cracked into something far more menacing. “Do you even know what she is? Or are you all blind to the truth?” “Enough,” Kieran growled, voice a command that trembled the table. But Dorian only laughed. A hollow, cruel sound. “You’re not my Alpha, brother. Maybe you don’t even know the truth yourself. She isn’t some meek little human who stumbled into your arms. She’s a witch.”