Dorian Havilliard Chaol Westfall Novels & Stories

"I know exactly where the backups are buried. But if she's already in the system, we don't have two days. We have hours." "Then we work fast." Dawn broke over the Vance Estate, pale and gray and utterly indifferent to the war being waged beneath its roof. Somewhere in the guest wing, Chloe Sterling was frantically trying to erase her past. Somewhere in the east wing, Cordelia was sipping her morning tea and dreaming of a throne. And somewhere in the city beyond the coastal cliffs, Marcus Calloway was waking to a day that would end with his name in the crosshairs of the two people he'd never seen coming.

I know I shouldn’t have told them, but it seems that after so many drinks, my mouth has forgotten to sensor itself. Amara’s eyes widen with surprise while the others’ mouths gape open. “Hold on, hold on…” Amara stumbles out of her seat and rests her elbow on my shoulder. “You like Fallon? As in Lucifer’s son, Fallon? The really tall, broody guy who looks like a rocker and could be a centerfold for Vibe magazine?” I nod. “Yep,” “Holy crap!” Amara exclaims. “He is freaking hot.” Nevaeh nods. “Yeah, he is. I met him a couple of weeks ago when I came here to talk to Azazel and Zoe. Mikhail likes him. I think it’s because they’re a lot alike. They both have this don’t fuck with me vibe, ya know?”

I felt like I had found a kindred spirit in Chantelle, someone who understood me and accepted me for who I was. Chantelle and Delcan became close and they were always trying new things. One night when they were back from shopping. Chantelle went inside the shower to have her bath. She stayed there for a long time relaxing. When she came out of the bathroom, she was totally naked and she realized she forgot to get towel. She bent over to the bed to take the towel to wipe her wet body. She was was busy drying herself but she did not notice Delcan presence in the room. She felt someone was giving hot gaze on her naked body. She turned around to see Delcan was standing right behind her.

Darian wasn’t angry: “I’ve long heard of Mr. Knox’s great reputation. I thought you would inherit the Westfields business in the U.S., but I never expected to meet you here again.” Atlas remained unchanged, but Naomi furrowed her brows. Who exactly was this person, and how did he know so much about them? “Well, we aren’t familiar enough to discuss such matters without introducing ourselves,” Atlas replied. Though he didn’t know who this man was, the instinct between men told him that this man was far more dangerous than Kael. Darian smiled: “That’s my oversight. I am Darian Hollis. Though we’re not familiar now, I believe we’ll be well acquainted in the future, especially with this beautiful

Christian stated. "We also have to find out who the mole in our company is, to stop such a thing from happening again,” Dorian moved on. “I'll ask Aaron to investigate it.” "It's high time we brought the DeVilles down and what better way to do it than with the same pawn they sent to destroy us?" Dorian said with a grin on his face. "I couldn't agree more," Christian replied with an evil smile as he and Dorian were on the same page. **** He looked around him multiple times to ensure that he hadn’t been followed. Brooker heaved a sigh of relief when he saw the coast was clear.

I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, I heard myself say, “I'm not Darius McCallister.” “What's your name, Darius?” The girl asked. I opened my mouth to speak again, and I said, “I'm Sadie WestFall.”

“Then let’s haunt them.” The foundation’s boardroom was all glass and gold. Cold, sharp edges. The kind of place where smiles hid knives. Elijah stepped inside first. Gabe followed behind, silent but steady. Everyone turned. Twelve men and women sat around the long table. Some familiar faces. Some newer. But all watching like hawks. At the head of the table sat Dorian West, interim chair. Salt-and-pepper hair. Too polished. Too calm. “Elijah,” Dorian said with a slow smile. “Welcome back from the dead.”

Dorian Westfall sat alone, swirling a glass of red wine, looking like a man who hadn't a care in the world. "Elias! As I live and breathe!" Dorian’s voice boomed as they approached, though his eyes were sharp, calculating. He stood up, smoothing his waistcoat. "I heard you had a bit of a scare at the estate this morning. I’ve been trying to call you all day."

“Where is Olivia?” Dorian exhaled, slow. Shaking. His mouth opened—but no words came out. That silence sent a chill down my spine. “I swear to the Moon Goddess,” I growled, “if you’ve—” “She’s gone,” he rasped. “I don’t know where.” “You expect me to believe that?” Derek snapped. “She burned through the west wing,” Dorian said, pointing toward a smoldering structure behind him—one I hadn’t noticed until now. It was almost buried beneath rubble and smoke. Concrete scorched black. Reinforced doors blown open like paper. “That was the facility.”

I decided to go downstairs and scavenge for leftovers. In the end, I just made myself a roast beef and cheddar cheese sandwich and grabbed a beer, deciding to eat outside on the back patio since it was a nice night. As soon as I stepped outside, and looked at the sky, I recalled what night it was—the full moon. And my mind instantly went to Gigi. Was she okay? She had my number, so she would call. Maybe if I didn't hear from her at ten minutes past, I'd go looking for her. Whatever she was drinking wasn't good, and I was starting to wonder how trustworthy those witches were. I mean, their shop had a good reputation. We even knew of it out in Alaska. But still. I didn't like what happened to