Dorian Booktok Novels & Stories

" Based on the light glowing behind my son, it is daybreak. I will need to sneak out now for Daax and me to have our little discussion before meeting the Elf king. Orion was supposed to be back hours ago. What kept him so long? But then he turns and I can see the change in him. Her smell on his body confirms it. He and Kora are mated.

Doriane agreed, only half-way agreeing with him. He was always wanting to be sweet to her, but she didn't want him to be superman. “I’m going to get your stuff,” Levi promised and left through the door again, leaving Doriane alone on the couch. Doriane breathed deeply through her nose, loving the comforting, pine scent she has learned to only describe as him. The room looked the same as when she left and she couldn’t help but remember the first time she woke up here. She had bee so terrified, petrified even. She couldn’t believe it had only been a couple weeks. She still had a long way to go to be considered normal, especially now with the physical therapy she had to complete, but she felt m

As bad as I want to punch him in the nose for being a pompous ass, I love Daphne and I am going to try to make this work. “Why don’t you have a seat Dorian, would pastrami sandwiches on rye work for you?” Even Theo is shocked that I am being this calm, I just hope that Daphne realizes how much I love her. Dorian thinks about it a moment, but eventually pulls out a chair around the island and sits down. I start getting ingredients out of the fridge and placing them on the counter. “So, Dorian tell me about California, and the Cedar Wood pack. How are things going down there?” I find that most people let out small details when they start talking about themselves and I am very interested in Dor

Just enough to stop her. "Everything okay?" The question should sound harmless. Instead, it makes her glance straight toward Dorian. Calian follows her gaze and looks toward the group gathered beneath the trees. For a moment, he says nothing. Then his eyes return to her face, his brow furrowing with suspicion. "Did he do something?" Troy opens her mouth and closes it again. How exactly is she supposed to answer that? No, Dorian didn't do anything. Except reveal he is an ancient nine-tailed fox spirit alpha, trapped me in his creepy mansion, and fingered my name out of me. Normal stuff.

Chapter 1 “You found me. Congratulations. Now tell me whether you came to discuss literature or whether you came to be told what to do.” Sera Quinn spoke from the doorway of her apartment without inviting him in. Dorian Hale stood in the hall holding a worn paperback of her first book, the spine broken from repeated reading. He had spent two years tracking the anonymous author behind the work. He had not expected the woman who opened the door to look so ordinary or to sound so unsurprised.

“Tell me, how did you get to know that symbol?” My voice is hoarse with rage, and Dawn knows. She jerks. “What’s the problem, Dima?” “Answer me?” I demand, holding her gaze. “I saw it in a book some time ago.” She admits. How can it be a book? No! It should have been on someone’s body and I swear I'll leave my horny ass and leave here to find that person and when I do, I’ll kill them. “Just a book?” “Yes, I swear…”

Because of her, my packmates and I are free. Right now, my packmates are settled in their own places. They make an effort to pay their respects to me at least twice a week. Another thing that surprised me was seeing Dorian. He came over to the house a couple of days ago. Apparently, he was also offered a position to be a professor at Cal State. He is going to teach literature. I’m no surprised that he was hired to teach literature. When we lived in the institute, the doctors would keep him calm by giving him books. Sometimes, he’d read through hundreds of books in a day. He is also highly intelligent. Either way, I’m happy for him.

"Danae." I jumped backwards, startled. There was Evander seated on my bed, flipping a page of my mother's book over. "What... "I took a deep breath in. "What are you doing in here? Aren't you supposed to be at the function?" I stormed a few feet and snatched my mother's book out of his hands. "I own Alfheim. I can be wherever I wish within these walls." He said, brushing off invisible dirt from his black jacket. "Not while I'm occupying this space. Now. Out." I said, pointing at the door.

Enough to remind me that there was one person left in this world who didn’t look at me like prey. I pressed the green button and the call connected with a faint buzz. “Dorian.” I breathed. “Hey, baby.” My throat tightened. The sight on the screen knocked the breath from my lungs—Dorian, shirtless, his skin catching the light in ways that made my chest clench. He wasn’t sculpted like men in magazines, and yet he was… perfect. His shoulders, his messy hair, the careless way he leaned—it was enough to make heat crawl up my spine.

And from her phone? I swallowed, reached for the device, and answered. “Hello?” Dorian’s voice burst through the speaker before I even finished the word. “You… how could you sleep with someone who murdered my mother? How could you embarrass me in my coronation at my own pack?” he shouted, his rage spilling through the line like fire. I could imagine him pacing, fists clenched, jaw tightened, the veins on his forehead bulging. I had seen that anger before. Too many times.