Dorian Havilliard Chaol Westfall Novels & Stories

Ever since he gave me the ring to stop turning into the Phantom Wolf that resides inside me until night, we have been jabbing at each other constantly. But the moment her worthless assistant, Adrian is mention, my anger steps up a level. "Oh, would you like to talk about Thea and her boyfriends sex life?" I say, watching the way Jasper stiffens, and his hands clench into fists by his side. I just can't wait until our deals are done. He gets Lexia to kill the man behind the uprising, so his heart will beat again from his repent, and he can be with his mate. And in return, he assists the wolf inside me until I can mark Lexia.

With little time left until the day would fade into night and with all her loose ends tied up, the only thing left to do was wait. *_*_*_*_* Harley walked over to the ledge once more and peered out at the sky. The cloudy white of day had been replaced by the deep lilac of twilight, and she knew that time was up. She had been planning this for a little over a week, and she had spent the day taking care of all the loose ends. There was only one thing left to do. She slid her hand into her jacket pocket and pulled out a little glass vial that she'd managed to sneak from Zander only a few days ago and then a slender hunting knife from her belt. Rolling up her sleeve, she gritted her teeth as she

Errol stopped even before he can take his first step. Asty noticed the male halt, his eyes warily staring at the dark hall. She took a step outside her door and peeked, she squinted her eyes to look closer and immediately recognizes those blue eyes. "It's Chaol." she told him. "Don't worry." Errol nodded. He had forgotten that it was who Chaol possessed those dangerous polar orbs. Errol lowered his head and moves ahead, avoiding the male's threatening gaze as he walked past him. Chaol halted. "Vampire."

*The Steele's Mansion* *Havilah city* Gloriella's eyes darted to the crystal wrist watch and her eyes widened in surprise, it was a coincidence, it had to be a coincidence. " How dare you call me a gorilla!, my name is Gloriella, a combination of Glory and Ella, you.. The words died on her lips when Draco's impaling gaze met hers " How dare you scream at her, if she calls you a gorilla, it simply means you're one " He bit out coldly

They delved into literature, art, and philanthropy, finding solace and purpose in endeavors that extended beyond material wealth. As Hilary and Mrs. Willows grew closer, Hilary's relationship with Daryl underwent its transformation. She mustered the courage to confront him about her encounter with Chelsea's mother, expressing her surprise, confusion, and ultimately her desire to understand the depth of his connection with Chelsea. Daryl listened attentively, his eyes filled with a mix of remorse and understanding. He acknowledged that he had kept certain aspects of his past hidden, fearing that they would overshadow the present and the potential for a future with Hilary. He realized now that

“But it works. Iris Evans has a really beautiful ring to it.” “Not nearly as nice as Lucian Hawthorne,” she retorts, setting the menu down on the table, having already decided what she wanted. “Yours is unique. It sounds special.” Inside my mind, Theo puffs up his chest proudly, trotting around with a lighter step while chuffing happily. I pat down his overeagerness despite the way his enthusiastic energy is rapidly spreading through my system.

Otherwise, he would not still be single. “However...” Noir suddenly leaned in and said mysteriously, “Andy, I know someone who can definitely help you with your current troubles.” Andrius asked, “Who?” Noir replied, “The Southern Warzone Master, Dax Wimbleton!” Dax? Andrius looked at Noir and said skeptically, “Isn’t that guy as straightforward as can be? You think he can help me with my troubles?” Noir rubbed his nose and chuckled. “There’s something you don’t know. Ever since you subdued the Hawkeye Group, I’ve gotten a lot of private information. Among them are the private hobbies of many top figures in Florence. Dax is no exception.”

Hayden pushed Natalia over to the couch so they could look at his laptop screen. "What did you find?" Hayden asked him. "Jon has been busy," Dorian said as he showed them the screen. He had found a chat room that was buried in the dark net. Jon had multiple posts of every woman he had killed, with the most recent uploaded about 30 minutes ago. Natalia felt sick as they looked at pictures he had posted of him cutting her up. He then showed a picture of the woman's torso, and carved into it was a message. Who will win?

Chloe giggled, “Of course, you can’t imagine it. Because you don’t even have a single admirer. No wonder Damien prefers me over you. You must be so dull in bed.” Now, it was finally time for Chloe to become the victim of her own mistake. Aurora made copies of all of those photos and kept the copy on the laptop that Westin lent her. She used a tissue to wipe off all her fingerprints. Then she went to give the phone back to Gill. Gill and Westin were still waiting for her in the hallway. When Aurora came out, Gill had both of her arms tightly wrapped around Westin’s elbow and said to him in a pleading voice:

Now, his mind was convinced of it's own guesses. "The western pack didn't know about their alpha's secret child" Fallon continued. "No werewolf did. Infact, the child bore Morgan's last name - Hayford." "I believe you already know where this is going" Lucille asked Calvin, but he ignored her, asking Fallon to proceed.