Dorian Havilliard Fancast Novels & Stories

“The Silver Woman… she almost swallowed me whole. I’m scared I won’t be able to control myself anymore, Alaric.” “No. I will never let her take you. Do you hear me? I’ll pull you back every single time. I do not care if my body gets torn apart. You will always come back to me.” The sound of a cold, sarcastic, deliberate cough pulls our attention away. Dorian is not even looking at us. Instead, he stares down at the phone in his hand, his brows furrowed. “All right, let’s stop the drama for now. We have something important to deal with,” he says casually.

So he really regretted not throwing more punches. "Damn it! Son of a bitch!" Fred stomped on the broken glass until it shattered. He also contacted his latest messenger. Now he wouldn't hold back from hurting Diana because the game was no longer fun because Diana already knew. "She deliberately pretends like nothing happened. She's fooling me!" "Good evening Mr. Houston, is there anything I can do?" "I want you to find someone named Annabelle Genevieve. I want you to kidnap her child." "Yes Mr. Houston, I will carry out your orders."

I murmur, settling lower into the bed, hoping I could disappear. Dorian laughs, loud and annoying, stepping into the room. “I gotta tell Cassian! Our big bro’s gonna flip when he hears Vory’s got a boyfriend!” “Boyfriend?” I say, voice cracking, sitting up a bit. “Wait, how many brothers you got, Vorian?” Vorian rolls his eyes, rubbing his face. “Two. Dorian here, and Cassian, the older one. Both a pain in my ass.” Dorian grins, flopping onto the bed’s edge like he owns it. “I am Dorian, the charming brother,” he says, sticking out a hand. “Nice to meet you, mystery guy. But who are you?”

Damien and Dorian are both identical twins, Dorian is soon going to take over the Romano's Empire since Damien isn't that eager to run his father's business. “Although based on the research I made Dorian is quite the traveller, And hasn't been home for years now. The strangest thing about this whole issue is that a year ago he had a scandal with Vivian Du'mount a big fashion icon and media influencer. Ever since the scandal he's gone public, the media had no idea Damien had a twin so it was really quiet some news back then. Now he seems to have settled in New York, with his presence on the island it seems I've found the reason of his permanent stay.

But even so, she felt sorry. He was a man whom she had been obsessed with for decades. His figure and even every move of his had been engraved in her heart. Even if he disguised himself, she should not have made such a mistake. As soon as he finished speaking, his figure floated away. Jason watched Ava leave and turned to eat inside. After lunch, Jason appeared in the back mountain. Dorian slightly opened his closed eyes. After seeing Jason, he stood up and bowed respectfully. "Durendal has reappeared in the martial arts world. Do you want to take it back?" Jason looked at Dorian and asked directly.

they said calmly. “Would you like to try calling first? Or I can place a call for you?” Dorian glanced at the house. It did indeed look abandoned, as if she had been gone for a long time. She was not avoiding him. His heart sank again. He hesitated for a long moment but finally called Alpha Harold Hale himself. Vivienne’s father must have heard the rumors. Dorian needed to know how to explain. His hand holding the phone was sweaty, a feeling he had never experienced before.

I smirk, pulling up the sleeve of my shirt. ___________________________ The Villain It's Zain we meet at the bottom of our driveway the next morning, a smile stretching across his face like Cheshire. Freya stops beside me on the edge of the curb and cocks her head to the side. "Why is your face doing that?" He blinked, "Doing what?" Her finger did a circular motion towards his face. "That creepy thing with your mouth. It's freaking me out. You look like you came here to touch kids."

“The creatures are gone. Burned. The rift in the sky closed as soon as you collapsed. But he escaped. The warlock.” I closed my eyes. “I felt him watching. Like something behind a mirror.” “His name is Velarion,” Dorian said softly. “One of the warriors found summoning scroll... He’s… not just a warlock. He’s one of the Forgotten. Ancient. Dangerous beyond anything we’ve seen.” The air grew colder. “And he knows who I am and where I am. This was the second time he came...” I whispered. Dorian didn’t answer - he didn’t need to. The bond between us was thrumming low and urgent. He was terrified. Not for himself. For me.

It was very visible that that wasn't a topic he was willing to have, not now or ever, but Elle, being a little on the dumb side, didn't read the signs. “Oh I know. Her father is the lead rogue that caused the massacre so many years ago, right?” Just then, Damien sensed Ariel's presence in the room, and immediately their eyes clashed. Ariel wished with all fibre in her body that she could turn back the hands of time, to stop herself from entering the room. She sensed the anger in him, and knew for sure that she was in for a very rough night.

Dorian seemed surprised by Caspian’s change in attitude, but quickly nodded in acceptance. “Dylan was an extraordinary sorcerer. Unfortunately, Vane was far more cunning than Dylan realised at the time.” “You said Vane already knows about the fourth heart,” I said, steering the conversation back to the urgent threat. “And now he’s moving closer to Elder Ruth to make use of her power.” “That’s right,” Dorian replied, his expression turning serious as memories of Vane crossed his mind. “Vane was never truly loyal to the werewolves. We were taught to look for cracks and opportunities, no matter how small.”