Dorian Gray Henry Wotton Novels & Stories

The hallway which had been filled with laughter only moments before, fell into stunned silence. I turned my head slowly, my vision still blurry, to see him. Dorian. He stood there with a commanding presence, his dark eyes blazed with fury, his jaw tight as he surveyed the scene. He was dressed in a navy blue shirt, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to reveal strong arms. Winnie’s eyes darted nervously to him, but she quickly masked her fear with a fake smile. “Dorian!” She squealed. “Have you met Serena? we were just—”

“Now if you don’t mind, get the fuck out off my sight, I have better place to be.” Violet’s expression was twisted in fury as I walked away from her. I pushed the restroom door open and stepped back into the glow of the banquet. I scanned the room and spotted Dorian standing among a small circle of men, each of them impeccably dressed. He looked like he was born for this world—stoic, polished, powerful. There wasn’t a trace of emotion on his face.

The sound of a car pulled their attention to the front yard or perhaps only her father's attention as she kept tending to the plants but when she heard her father gasp,she looked up and almost gasped herself. Right in their yard,she could see Dorian approaching them,his steps predatory and confident,his hair slightly curled at their tips and his body covered in black clothes giving an odd feel to his already dominating aura. Two men who she recognized were seen trailing behind him. One with grey hair, While the other, with ginger red curly hair. "Good morning Mr Watson" He greeted coming to stand in front of her father and when he glanced her way,she felt a loud thud in her chest at the way

Basil swallowed, hazarding to ask. What he was implying was preposterous, but he needed to know for certain whether or not it was what he was expecting. “We?” Henry nodded, “We.” “But… what about the gardener?” Dorian shook his head, “You know nothing…” Basil flinched and Henry shoved Dorian, “Really Dorian? You’re as bad as your wife.” “That’s why we’re great together.”

"Don't look so angry, Basil. It was at my aunt, Lady Agatha's. She told me she had discovered a wonderful young man who was going to help her in the East End, and that his name was Dorian Gray. I am bound to state that she never told me he was good-looking. Women have no appreciation of good looks; at least, good women have not. She said that he was very earnest and had a beautiful nature. I at once pictured to myself a creature with spectacles and lank hair, horribly freckled, and tramping about on huge feet. I wish I had known it was your friend." "I am very glad you didn't, Harry." "Why?" "I don't want you to meet him." "You don't want me to meet him?" "No." "Mr. Dorian Gray is in the stu

He crouched down, somehow managing not to run his sword into the ground or overbalance, and started to brush pine needles away from a small area of the ground, clearing a circle of bare dirt. I tucked my hands into the sleeves of the hoodie and then under my arms. If only Ian weren’t such an overbearing, suspicious dick, he could’ve been there to keep me warm. I was trying so hard not to ask, but curiosity got the better of me. “Yeah? What were you going to say?” Dor finished clearing his circle, cocked his head to examine it, and nodded to himself. “From my admittedly cursory examination, it looked like Jonathan Hawthorne died from magical electrocution. I was wondering if it might’ve been

“It was from Henry’s safe.” Danielle was speechless. “Henry’s?” She was reminded of Henry’s image. The same man who always claimed to have the best interest of the Burts in mind. How could he hide such a piece of fatal evidence? How could he even marry the woman who did something so wretched and give her nearly all the kindness he had to spare?” Was Willow the crazy one, or was Henry the crazy one? Danielle was even beginning to think that she, the spectator, was the crazy one.

"He’s... he’s on edge. We all are. However, that doesn’t excuse how he has been treating you lately… And then jumping you like that after such a horrible experience. What was he thinking?" "Henry, stop," Lotte said back with as much kindness as she could muster. "Don’t worry about James. If he really had crossed a line with me, I’d tell him. In fact, I’d probably let Romy castrate him.” The girl paused so that the older man could enjoy a much-needed chuckle. Somberly, she continued, “Worry about who moved your wife’s bones. Who leaves a woman’s remains in an old church like a trophy? That is horrible and should be all you need to be concerned about.” Henry didn't answer, though he nodded in

"H-hi, Evelyn! I'm really glad to finally meet you for real! Don't worry, we'll protect you from Julian’s boring business friends." Then came Dorian Vane. He truly did look like he’d walked out of a magazine, all silver hair and confident smiles. He spotted me and made a beeline, his hand outstretched. "Wow. Evelyn. The screen does you no justice. You are a vision. I am Dorian Vane." I smiled and reached for his hand, but Julian smoothly intercepted, gripping Dorian Vane’s hand in a firm, decidedly non-romantic handshake. Cipher and Oliver burst into laughter. Victoria sighed, adjusting her glasses.