Dorian Havilliard Fancast Novels & Stories

She turned to the sharp-looking representative and added flatly, "You should be thanking this woman. I only signed those papers because of her advice." She turned and disappeared into the kitchen with the tray, the swinging door squeaking lightly behind her. With Emily gone, the representative turned his full attention to me. He evaluated me with keen interest, clearly intrigued by the mysterious blonde who had effortlessly solved his single biggest professional headache in a matter of minutes. His gaze was calculating, scanning my posture, my clothing, and my demeanor, trying to place me within his mental catalog of influential figures. "I am Dorian Voss," he introduced himself, extending h

Rhyder was a Verdi-bearded Vampire with high-arched brows over his monolid brown eyes, which were the same color of his short spiky hair. He stood just as tall as Colt when he came forward and stooped to peer at the dour face of Damien. The latter could not help but feel irritated now at the other man’s attitude towards him. He could not understand why he seemed to despise him so much when they were just barely meeting.

Humans were just weird and honestly, I preferred not to be around them. “Harold, I want you to meet Ashley, my Luna” “Ah, you’re the girl I warned the other week. Not what I expected of a ‘Luna’!” He laughs to himself as he moves behind the counter. “Any sign of this guy?” Daryl pushes a photo of Lucian across the counter, but Harold shakes his head. "Not one that I have seen before." “Never?” Daryl sounded surprised. “No, why someone to watch for?” “Yes, you need to ring the number I gave you if you see him”

My thoughts were all over the place Saturday. I’d barely slept after I’d gotten home. All I could think about was him – Xander – and his promise to come to me again. I was nervous. I was excited. What did I want to ask? I guess I should start with the things I know about vampires, or think I know. I’ve read Dracula; huge fan of The Lost Boys; big into Buffy the Vampire Slayer – but those were all pop-culture references, and so far, none of that seemed true: Xander didn’t wear a cape, he hadn’t turned into a bat that I’d seen, and his face didn’t get all bumpy when he bit someone.

"That's twenty grand in total." Kelly thought about it for a minute. She knew she needed every penny of that money, and she'd done worse for way less. "Okay, I'm in," she agreed. "Yes," Daniel and Vivian said quietly. "I will give you the guys info and where to find him," Mark stated before taking out his phone and showing Kelly Dorian's picture. "Isn't this Dorian Rhodes?," Kelly inquired. "It is. Is that a problem?" Vivian asked. "No,not at all. I just thought he was with that famous designer now."

Okay so this guy might be Damien's twin but he definitely seems far from being his Other half. “There not enough time to chat. Besides I didn't call you here to gossip. Make sure you follow them, don't lose them. I want to know where they'll dump him”I say sternly as Dorian then nods rushing into his sport car and driving off. “You think you're smart Vivian, just you wait. Now I know your dirty little secret, Everything is going to flip right over”I whisper as I stare down at the video playing on my phone. “Now the hunteress becomes the hunted!

Harvey didn’t know that Amos was making plans against him. After heading back to the No.1 villa, he looked curiously at Dorian in front of his seat. At the same time, he had a stack of documents about Dorian in his hand. The top talent of Longmen twenty years ago… Hiding and waiting for the longest time. Yet there was no information about Dorian’s swordsmanship, the thing that Harvey cared for the most. After casually flipping through the pages, Harvey handed Dorian a cup of tea with a smile.

Dorian was shaking beside me, his eyes fixed on the fire. "He’s still in there," Dorian whispered. "No," I said, my voice hardening into steel as I stood up. I looked at the encrypted coordinates glowing on the screen. "He’s a Santoro. He’s too arrogant to die in a pile of rust." I turned away from the fire, looking toward the dark outline of the Veronesi factory in the distance. The "Regret" had done its job. Now, it was time for the "Revenge."

He stopped when he saw me standing near the head of the table, his expression changing just enough to show interest beneath the polish. “Well,” Dorian said, extending a perfectly manicured hand, “you must be our elusive shareholder, Clara Everett. I’m Dorian Voss, acting CEO.” Clara Everett. The name my father left me, the one that opened doors that used to stay shut. Elena Hart was the name Adrian buried, and I had no intention of letting him see it here. I let his hand remain in the air for two full seconds before taking it, long enough for the pause to register. When I did, the handshake was brief and precise, stripped of anything resembling warmth.

Charisse Dorian Vellum is a menace. Don’t get me wrong. Sex with him was—and has been—incredible. The beast’s got the stamina of four IRONMAN Triatheletes. For an entire week, we had sex almost everywhere, at any time of the day.