Dorian Gray Henry Wotton Novels & Stories

Aaron handed him a glass of golden-brown liquid, which was half way to the tippy top of the crystal glass. "Matinee..." He added as he noticed Adrian give the glass a disdain look, before looking up at him. "You also hate matinees?" "Also?" Adrian noticed his choice of words. "You appear unfazed by the relics and sentiments of this world –" Adrian raised a brow at him when he paused, which forced him to decide upon an explanation. "Dark... Cold... Rude... Antisocial! You appear to be someone who hates a awful lot of things."

"You look like you've been through hell and that's not how I want my future wife to look." I smiled despite myself at his presumptuous comment about being his future wife when I hadn't agreed to anything yet. There was something about Dorian that made me feel safe even though logic told me this could be another trap set by the Hunt family. But his eyes looked genuine behind those glasses he wore, and he was older with a kind of nerdy professorial look that seemed incapable of the cruelty Jason had shown me.

"Do you know –" "Do you want to die today?" Cahir cut him off, his tone low, quiet, warm even, but it sent a shiver racing down my spine. "You have a funny way of asking for death." "You may be a mad Alpha but I am Dorian Greyson." The man seemed to be swelling to twice his size. "I will neither bow nor bend over in the face of tyranny. Do your worst." With that he swerved away, almost hitting me a second time. I jumped away right as he went past me but he didn't go far.

Taking a deep breath, Watson simply said, "I haven't investigated anything yet, there's something I need to talk to you about tonight." With that, Watson bowed to me and left the room. Watson's eyes met mine, and for a moment a vision appeared in my eyes. It was a horrible sight when I saw all around me surrounded by fire. It was an ordinary fire, but a feeling of dread welled up inside of me. In front of my eyes was Watson, his eyes turned black and looked extremely scary, tears were flowing, making him speechless. Beneath the cold ground lay the frozen body of someone; not a stranger but Henry…Henry Layer. My hand quickly covered my surprised and terrified mouth.

"Mr. Moriarty, as you guessed, it was Dorian Lamont who used a black card to spend seven figures. He bribed the crematorium's incineration group leader and secretly took Miss Hammond's body away." His finger pointed to a surveillance screenshot where Dorian's black Bentley was seen entering the back door of the crematorium. "He did this because Miss Hammond's elder sister, Dorothy, left a will before she passed away, stating that she wanted to donate her heart to Miss Hammond. Dorian arrived at the morgue with a legal letter and took Miss Hammond away." He took out a surgical consent form, and Dr. George's signature gleamed under the light. "The chief surgeon was George White. I've checked,

Dorian Holt arrived at the manor at midday. He was sixty-seven years old, smaller than his nephew by three inches, with grey hair and mild eyes and the practised unremarkability of someone who had spent decades making themselves easy to overlook. He wore a good coat, drove himself in a modest car, and walked up to the manor door with the calm of a man making a courtesy visit. Mara watched him cross the drive from the study window.

’ She pondered. “Yeah. Wisdom, this is Henry Harker. He is a curator at a museum and an artist himself. Henry, meet Wisdom, the soon-to-be Mrs. Giordano.” She forced a sweet grin on her face. Henry, on the other hand, took and kissed her hand. Denver’s eyes narrowed. “My bestfriend here isn’t really lying, eh? You truly are beautiful, Ms. Wisdom.” Henry brushed a thumb on her cheeks. She blushed. “Shall we dance?” He invited her, with her hand still on Henry’s grip.

Nothing important Dorian just that in seven days time it will be my 18th birthday" She said sorrowfully "Am having a bad feeling about it Dorian" Summer said staring at Dorian "Nothing is gonna happen Summer,just don't think about it" Dorian said and hugged Summer before walking into the class . . . . UNDERGROUND IN THE LAND OF THE UNKNOWN A beautiful lady adorned with beautiful jewels and richly dressed with a crown on her head was seen in a beautiful room lost in thoughts as she didn't notice the presence of her husband who just enterd the room

He rushed towards him and filled his glass. Just then Adrian walked through the doors, no one stopped him at the entrance because they knew who he was. Adrian took a long look at him. Henry was spotting a stubble on his chin, his eyes were sunken and drowsy. His hair looked like he had run his hands through them a couple of times. The top buttons of his shirt were undone, and his tie hung loosely around his neck. He was sat in between two beautiful ladies, they were scantily dressed and dancing to the soft tunes of the song. They whispered something to each other oblivious of his presence. He could see Henry smile but it didn't reach his eyes. Adrian signalled to the DJ who turned off the mu

"I do, Bec said he knew what happened to Dorian and some how he might have been involved. Also she said she was poisoned with what he said was Aconite, which we both know is a witch term" "So he was working with others on this, to attack Dorian and Bec?" "I don't think we should consider it not a possibility until we talk to the 7" "It just seems like a lot to go threw over a human being with an immortal werewolf" "I agree, which is also why I agree with you that she might not be completely human, I think Dorian knew too" Fenris stood up and looked one last time at the mess he made of the animal and walked over it heading in the direction of the Winery so we could grab new clothes.