Dorian Havilliard Fancast Novels & Stories

"Another three million once everything is finalized and we have control of Dorian's assets. Five million total, which is exactly what you already owe Don Zaza anyway." She had a point. I was already on the hook for five million dollars to the hitman. This way, that money could go toward something with a much higher chance of success. "And you're certain this Ivy woman exists?" I pressed. "That Dorian actually had a previous wife?" Diana's smile widened. "Oh, she exists," she confirmed. "I've already made contact with her. She's willing to play along for the right price. The marriage was real, though it ended years ago. We're just tweaking the timeline and adding a fictional son to make every

Dorian Grimaldi. Gustavo and I both shared a look with one another, both of us wondering how Eden's friend, Carla, was involved with a vamp guy. We were standing in the forest, watching silently. "You know. . ." Gustav said after a moment, turning his gaze to the two individuals, Carla and the vamp guy who was sucking on her blood, "I think he hypnotized her." "Do you really think so?" I inquired, observing Carla's pleasure-filled groans.

His presence was commanding, almost regal, and there was something about him that made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. “Who the hell are you?” Fiona demanded, her voice sharp and defensive. The man smiled, a cold, calculating smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “My name is Dorian,” he said smoothly. “And I’ve been waiting for you.” Before we could react, the shadows around us began to shift and swirl, closing in like a tidal wave. The trap had been sprung.

“A woman like Serena? She’s nothing. How could I possibly lose to her?” By the time they reached the Reinaldi villa, the sky had dimmed to a smoky gold. The mansion stood on a cliff overlooking the city, the evening breeze carrying the faint scent of salt and pine. Chiara collapsed onto the velvet couch in the sitting room, one arm draped dramatically over her forehead. Dorian stood at her side, silent and watchful. He had been with her since childhood—the Reinaldi family’s most loyal weapon, trained to kill and protect in equal measure. Though barely twenty-one, his skills were unmatched, his loyalty absolute. His sun-kissed face and boyish braid belied the steel underneath.

"I’ll ask again. Who the hell are you?" The man smirked, unfazed. "My name is Dorian Vale. And like it or not, I’m your best shot at surviving what’s about to happen.” Mark scoffed, arms crossed. "Yeah? And who the hell do you think you are? Dorian looked at him, a hint of amusement on his face. “Because I’m 10 years ready for this war. Because I know who Bryan has become. And because I know how to make him stop.”

Ivar said firmly, cutting me off. "What?" "We are certain that Lady Vivian is Stacie." I was surprised, but Dorian was silent. It was evident that he was thinking about something. "What is it, Dorian?" asked Ivar. Dorian hesitated for a little while, and then he spoke up. "I'm not sure that Lady Vivian is Stacie." Ivar was dumbfounded and glared at him accusingly. "But you blurted out 'Stacie' when you first saw her..."

"She's not the one who drove my daughter to despair. It was Dimitri, with his callous disregard for her feelings, and his reckless actions. My business is with him and him alone." "You have a—" I didn't get to finish. I heard a beep. The bastard cut the call. I stood there stunned and in furious silence. I had failed. One of the reasons that drove me to kill Milana was to gather another alliance. Dorian was a scientist who was respected in the Lycan community. I didn't think he was capable of standing up to.the Lycan king, so the next best thing for him to do was to focus his rage on another. A weaker opponent. Camille.

Dorian parked beside me, stepping out and stretching like it was just another road trip. Meanwhile, I sat frozen, hidden behind tinted windows. My fingers were slick with sweat. I wasn’t just stepping into a new job. I was stepping into the heart of the life I’d run from seventeen years ago. And there was no telling what it would do to me now. My phone rang, the sudden sound startling me. I didn’t recognize the number, but I answered anyway, grateful for the distraction. “Seren Halliwell speaking.” “Miss Halliwell, this is Mr. Dillinger. I know this is unorthodox, but I was hoping you might assist with a personal matter.”

Her presence steels my nerves. We reach the clearing. The cave yawns open like a hungry mouth, and the enemy waits. Rogues. Dozens. No masks. No mercy. They form a living barricade around the cave mouth like sentries of hell. And Dorian stands among them. He looks different. Taller. Pale. Something… inhuman. “You’re late,” he drawls. “Touch him and you die,” I bark to my warriors. “He’s mine.” Dorian raises the perfume vial and sprays it across his neck like it’s cologne, not corruption.

“I see things bloomed between you and Valentine. He was all smiley and calling you Starr, instead of Miss Hart. I don’t know what you told him, but it nice to see you guys blend up to each other. I guess the hangout had its benefits.” Starr still didn’t reply as she picked up her phone, only to see that Christopher Chariton was trending. She frowned a bit, only to see he had an interview going on, and the interviewer was asking all sort of questions, while being flirtatious. Starr frowned, feeling pissed. Wasn’t I business, why was she trying to get personal? “What is wrong?” Magnus had asked when he noticed her frown, getting up from where he was to see what was making her frown.