Dorian Pavus Novels & Stories

“Um…what, sorry? Oh, where I’m from? Downtown by the courts. What’s your name?” “Dorian,” was all he said. There was a brief pause in my expression before reality crashed down heavily on me. How could I have missed it? That unrivaled air of authority, the god-like aura, the wickedly sexy looks. Only one family in North Creekville had perfect command over things like this; the Grimaldis. Not just any Grimaldi, Dorian Grimaldi. The same Dorian Grimaldi who owned Creekville’s biggest club, Ace. The same Dorian Grimaldi who was the only heir to the Grimaldi empire. The very same Dorian Grimaldi who was notoriously known for his reputation as the most unattainable man in the city. Yes, that same

'Here we go', Daerason thought as he lead the men up the endless stairs DORIAN King Dorian was still in his chambers, he had recovered quickly. He chose to stay there to cloud himself with thoughts. He couldn't get over the fact that the Pnevma had really escaped his custody after so many months of preparation. The thought of it made him very angry, then this thoughts lead him to that boy Altar Cleos. Dorian felt mocked. His mood wasnt bright at all ever since that night. His defenses were enough to defend against an army but failed against a little boy.

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.

“You would be dying for a good cause, “ he gripped my hand tighter, pulling me closer. “If Nikolas finds out what you’re doing, I will kill you myself.” He let me go, and I instinctively clutched my wrist in pain. He got up from the table after tucking the document I gave him inside the jacket of his coat. “Go on, Antonio. I would like to talk to Viola about women's business.” He left with a huff, leaving me with Mother. “Guess who I saw at the Cartier store the other day?” She asked. Without waiting me to answer, she did it for me, “Aurora Mancini.”

He growled and rose to his feet. "I will be back," He murmured and pressed a kiss to Ariel 's brow. A small sound, like a protest, escaped her when he withdrew his finger from his grip but she stirred and went and her breathing evened out. ******** Damien 's brows arched in amusement as he surveyed the male standing before him with bruises and a strained foot. He still couldn't believe his ears. It was the most ridiculous thing he'd heard that year. He tucked a blonde lock of hair behind his ear and crossed his arm. He might have let his muscles bulge a little...to intimidate the man even more.

My breath hitched as he stepped out. I widened my eyes abruptly as I recognized him. Fuck…This man—my buyer—was Dorian!!! My brother Gray’s most trusted soldier, Dorian! He had that mask for the Underground Club’s customers in one hand. His dark hair was slicked back, and his piercing eyes bore into me with a mix of anger and disappointment. “Dorian?” My voice trembled. “What the hell…What are you doing here?! Did you buy me off?!” Dorian's expression hardened, “Yes.”

I had planned to watch the intervention from upstairs. I was still wearing Mariano's shirt, watching as Jace Ivankshov and Mariano conversed in a language that definitely wasn't Italian. Emilio leaned against a wall, looking bored out of his mind. Jace Ivankshov didn't look like a mafioso at all. He was wearing a dark blue collared shirt with a minions pattern on it, light wash jeans, and yellow, yes, yellow, sneakers.

Lady Dorian is in the yard with Jarvis her best friend teaching her the way of the sword. Jarvis is lady Dorian's handmaiden. Jarvis mother died a year ago leaving her to look after her two young siblings while their father left them five years ago after their mother gave birth to the youngest. Jarvis is seventeen, the same age as Dorian so they can connect. "Clasp the sword with whichever hand you are comfortable with" Lady Dorian urged and Jarvis did so.

I should have told him when he’d appeared out of nowhere just to take me away. I didn’t have to wait any longer. Dalton was quick… well his fierce and furious growls were quicker. I could hear it way before he appeared, zipping through the trees. Jordan and the rest of the guys arrived shortly after Dalton had lunged himself through the air, aiming straight for the zombie. Marcus didn’t deserve to die like this. If anything, I think both Dalton and I would agree that this kind of death would be too easy for Marcus. All those sins he’d committed…

An older version of the guy asked. " Giovanni Bianchi. Just the man we needed. Your son here was harassing my wife." Nikolai said. " I wasn't harassing the bitch-" " Speak about my wife like that again and see if you'll walk out of here in one piece. " Giovanni glared at his son and then offered Nikolai a tight smile. " He's sorry for what he has done. Aren't you, boy? " The young Bianchi frantically nodded. " You know how much respect I have for you, Gio but if we were all to accept sorrys, don't you think our empires would have collapsed? "