Dorian Havilliard Fancast Novels & Stories

“Is that what you want, Tatiana?” I smiled, teeth just grazing his bottom lip. “It’s all I’ve ever wanted.” He laughed softly and pulled me tighter against him. “Then it’s yours.” He didn’t know. Not yet. He didn’t know that his slaughter was opening a door. That I wasn’t seeking life, I was seeking return. One for revenge, for anger and anguish. But Dorian’s silence haunted me more than death ever could. And until he answered my call… I would keep using Giovanni’s hands to tear the veil apart.

I shouted his name once more, trying to get his attention. "Annie, what are you looking for?" Damon responded, his voice barely a whisper. He kept fucking Cassandra until he saw me again, and knew I was actually the one standing before him. "Then, tell me what it is you want from me." For a moment, he stopped and wrapped himself in a towel, drawing back a bit behind the bedrails. "Really?" I snapped. "Shut up!" Cassandra bellowed, staring at me with jealous eyes. "He's not going to fall in love with an ugly poor young ass like you... so, help us shut the door behind you immediately."

He knows how to make one feel like they are important. “I’m going to a party tonight,” He grins at me, his smile clean like sunshine, “Would you like to come with me? Just to talk about the character, and to help you feel better about your choice.” I can’t seem to say no to him. He is popular for a reason! I blink, looking at him carefully for the first time. Damian Vanderbilt wears his reddish-brown hair short and clean with its tips combed backward but only a little, just like the professional lawyer he is. He rarely smiles -- well, unless he is with women he is interested in, like Lilith and Ava. Oliver Scott is the opposite of his good friend. He wears his soft golden hair much longer wi

Dorian almost certainly would not have agreed regardless, given what he already knew of me by that point, but the thought of having actually pursued it made me feel briefly unwell. From what I had seen of him directly, he was not a kind person. Caspian had warned me about that, had told me he was not someone who did commitment. What I had witnessed at the gala confirmed both assessments. He had disappeared from the hallway at the precise moment Orlov's people were extracting Dante's name from the actress, which meant his exit was calculated rather than coincidental.

Haley grimaced at him, “I’m a die-hard Luna supporter. Now, make your choice, Dorian.” Dorian let out a long sigh, scratching his head in frustration. Then he turned to face me. “So you want to know Holland’s weakness?” Haley and I high-fived under the table and I smiled at him. “Yep, anything I can use against him. And don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone it comes from you.”