Novel & Cerita Dorian Havilliard Fancast

"It wasn't a performance, Dorian." "Oh, I’m sure it felt real to you, Elias," Dorian said, standing up and tossing his napkin onto the table. He looked at Roderick, a cruel glint in his eyes. "But I know exactly who your 'boyfriend' is. You see, I did my own background check when your father hired him." Roderick felt a cold sinkhole open in his stomach.

His ginger-colored hair framed his face perfectly which gave him an aura of authority and a presence that naturally demanded attention. Dorian, on the other hand, was dressed in black shorts and a black T-shirt. His dark hair was neatly tied into a ponytail. Just like the last time Aurora had seen him, she could still tell from a single glance into his brown eyes that he wasn't someone to be underestimated despite the friendly warmth he often displayed.

“What the actual fuckkkkkk!” Dorian screamed, clearing the whole desk with a swipe of his hand in anger. He stormed through his penthouse. Two of his men were found dead by the road in Los Angeles, and the third one was missing. The lady they claimed to have found was gone. Who the actual fuck is Lyra? Had she turned from a sweet girl into a killer? His blood was boiling. She had escaped him multiple times. Brown kept his distance but brought his phone forward.

“It’s just about the most fun we get to have in this job, which is the only thing that makes these Zoo Projects worthwhile. So let’s hope our boy Derek, Lord of the Undead, has a taste for the theatrical. Chances are we’ll be lucky, so all we have to do is figure out what influences him, and then we can determine what kind of costume he would don and what kind of persona he would adopt. Does he like the horror classics like Halloween and Friday the Thirteenth, or does he like the modern torture pornos? Or, porcupines forbid, does he like Michael Bay remakes? “Also, does he read? If so, what? Stephen King? Dean Koontz? Edgar Allan Poe? Danielle Steele? Musical influences could also offer sugg

He is holding an i pad and playing a video again and again. Seeing the video he is laughing and laughing. He is enjoying the video too much like he is seeing any interesting movie. After some time, he stood up from his chair and held a man's photo. He said looking at the photo with too much anger," Bastard, today I have enjoyed your whore's scared and miserable condition too much. I know seeing her pale face you felt too much sorry!! Huh!! Trust me I will make her life too much miserable and make her too much scared that she will lose her sanity and will become mad.

Dorian frowned, his expression unreadable. “Fine,” he said after a pause. “Just wait for a moment.” Before anyone could question him, he disappeared, only to return after a brief break. Unease crept up my spine as I saw him carrying unconscious Carlos. My heart leapt straight to my throat. Dorian stood before Scarlett and wrapped his extended claws around Carlos’s fragile neck, his voice cold and deadly. “Confess your crimes if you want your son to live.” “No!” My heart leapt to my throat.

Charlie stood nearby, his eyes red as if he had just cried. "I was just messing with you. Why did you actually drink it? Maddie, since when did you become so weak?" he asked. The original Maddison was not fragile at all. After all, she was the villainous side character whose job was to frame the female lead before meeting her destined death. The female lead was Cynthia. Just a while back, the original Maddison had tried to stop her from taking the SATs by slipping laxatives into Cynthia's food. However, halfway through, the original Maddison got scared and switched the drugged meal with a normal one.

If she spent half the effort on the missions that she does on her appearance, maybe she’d be of some actual use. Dorian, silent as usual. A coward. He’s the first one to abandon a teammate in a crisis. Acts like he’s calculating everything, but the truth is he’s scared. You can see it in his eyes. When things get tough, he’ll save himself first. Mark my words.

What Spencer said next, however, wiped the smirk right off his face, for Spencer merely glanced at him and replied, "Well, in that case, why don't you phone Mr. Carl right now? It seems that everyone here in this room are fans of Mr. Carl, and I'm certain they would die to hear his voice on the phone! Dorian felt as though he had been struck by lightning. In a split second, beads of cold sweat had broken out over his forehead. His expression had turned ashen as he frantically tried to think of what to do. How could he possibly know the personal phone number of the legendary Mr. Pierre Carl—one of the richest men in the world? How was he going to get Pierre Carl on the phone? He could feel al

“I believe we can create a better game, Dorian.” Dorian’s playful smile grew, revealing his blackened teeth. He took a step towards Darkous, his back slightly crooked as he stood over an inch smaller. Dorian had been abandoned as a child, leaving him alone in a vast wilderness on an uncharted dimension. The immortal had spent over a hundred years in solitude, living amongst the beasts of the realm. Darkous had found him on a scouting mission, instantly becoming friends with the feral immortal. Although Dorian had been in hell for over a century he remained feral, relying on his animalistic traits. Dorian had gone insane, slowly losing his mind. And yet, his knowledge was vast; matching his b