Dorian Havilliard Fancast Novels & Stories

Tavor said as he forces Dorian to kneel before Elias. "Well...well...well, who do we have here. My dear Dorian." Elias smiled

Callum winces from the impact, his frail spine can barely withstand the hit. “How did you know about this? Who else knows about this?” “I have my sources and no one knows about this.” The look in Dorian's eyes turn sinister as he sneers down at the frail elder before him. “Good. Which means I can kill you now and you get buried with my secret.” Callum's eyes widen, his heart pounding against his ribcage. Still he hold Dorian's gaze, keeping his fear from his face. “You won't.” Dorian raises his eyebrows, Callum's words and the boldness behind them catch him off guard.

“I want you.” My stomach dropped. Dorian’s tone stayed dangerously steady. “And since you have her now… what do you intend to do?” Was this his Alpha mask? Or was he truly that unshaken while death stared us down? Levi’s burnt face twisted, hatred seething through every word. “I wish killing you was enough for revenge.” Dorian scoffed, his eyes glinting with mockery. “Revenge, huh? Weren’t you Barclay’s ally?” He pointed toward the lifeless body bleeding on the floor.

he says at last. Nico carries Gladys away, and slowly, the rest of us move out of the dungeon. I walk between Lazar and Harvey. Lazar throws me a playful smile, while Harvey is buried deep in his own thoughts. Every so often, his gaze flicks sideways to me — not with warmth, not with anger, but with the wary, measuring look of a man recalculating something he thought he had already solved. "So, Alpha Harvey — do you know who this mysterious Dorian is?" Lazar asks.

weeks ago Dorian was alive, living his best life with Rebecca. Dorian was an asshole who kept a lot of shit from his wife, more than he ever should have. but ultimately he made her happy and in her blinded happiness she never knew his secrets and he never knew that it would all come to a quick halt in a short time. I looked at her a little more and seen that she was pulling herself together as fast as I was watching her fall apart.

Dillon was euphoric. "Is what you say true? Snow has really done it; she has won over Harvey to help us!" He knew it—Damien had been behaving so strangely because he was jealous. "Harvey isn't an ordinary guy, but Mr. Ellison's designated heir. If Snow can really win him over, we will find favor with Mr. Ellison." Karen was excited. Dillon jumped for joy when he heard the news as if he had seen a bright future at Riddle Corporation beckoning to him. He was indescribably excited.

“Oh, Dolores really is an oriental woman, I knew that about her the first time I saw her.” “Wow, that’s literally a name Lucian would have flinched on hearing, he hasn’t adapted to the fact that many people can bear that time,” he said absentmindedly but Ava understood perfectly and finally decided to come clean, if she wants to get something for Dolores than Antonio is going to play a big part in it. He has known the woman since he was a child so he must know a lot. “Actually, Antonio, the person I am talking about is the person he would really flinch about hearing.”

The hoodie did look cute on me, I mused silently, fingering it's soft material. "Different how?" Miss Lillian asked from behind me. "He's taking me somewhere. And I'm not a slave when I'm with him. I'm just me. He sees me as me, Miss Lillian. He doesn't treat me like a slave, like I'm the most vile creature he's ever seen. I want that respect, too," I told her softly, admitting the truth.

The Duchess pointed down at her wide skirts. Edwina just shrugged. “Thack, Don’t wake up now!” Lilly teased. Thackeray didn’t stir from his sleep. Giggling, Lilly unhooked her hoop and stepped out of the contraption. Wiggling her eyebrows mischievously, Lilly threw her hoop at the languid Thackeray. It landed solidly on his chest. Yelping and jumping from his chair, Thackeray attempted to disentangle himself from the contraption, while Edwina and Lilly chortled.

He answered. “Okay. He is probably in his late twenties or early thirties, he was heavily built, he has blue orbs and dirty blond hair. Recognize anyone with those features??” I asked. “Hmmm yeah. Matthew, only difference is that Matthew has brown orbs instead.” Damian answered. “I know who Matthew is and that clearly wasn’t him. I almost forgot. He has a black mole on his left cheek.” I said. Damian froze when I mentioned the mole. “What did you just say??” He asked as he suddenly became very serious.