Dorian Pavus Novels & Stories

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

He looked at the door as a low growl escaped his chest, and though we were in the bank, the man didn’t seem to care. “What?” I asked, trying to process what the man was saying. “Mattia, on my mark, take her to the vault.” He said, and Mattia nodded. “I am not going anywhere…” the wall in front of us exploded before I could finish my sentence. And the man let out a growl that I didn’t think that I heard before. Screams and wails of fear filled the bank, but I could tell that no one understood what was going on. My heart raced and my ears rang as the memory, which was still fresh in my head, played in shots again as I found my body hitting the ground. Both Mario and I stood, as if the explosio

I’d be his. And he’d be mine. But I sat still and stayed quiet, swallowing every feeling like a goddamn pill I wasn’t sure I could digest. By the second period, Dorian was inhuman. He danced on that ice like it belonged to him. Two more goals. A jaw-dropping assist that had the dude in front of me spilling his nachos from cheering too hard. When he skated off into the penalty box, we locked eyes again. His smile barely faltered. His fucking smile.

The Alpha's dark gaze travels down my form before he slowly nods in approval. My stomach flutters and I return the favor as well, letting my eyes trail over his form. He's in a tank top, his ripped heavy arms on display. Trousers that bunch around his powerful thighs and a pair of brown boots. His long curls on the sharp curve of his jaw. The other man clears his throat and I blink, my gaze dart to him. “We have met twice but I haven't introduced myself. I'm Dorian,” he says, his eyes sparkling as he stretches his hand.

"That gives you time to position your other teams. Time to prepare. When you see the western sky light up, you'll know I've succeeded." "Or failed," Raven said quietly. "No." Dorian's voice was certain. "I won't fail. Not in this. Not in my last act. I've been alive for three hundred years. I've made countless mistakes. Helped create the curse. Helped imprison innocent souls. This is my chance to finally do something right." He disappeared over the crater's edge. Through the bloodline, I felt him. Felt his determination. Felt his acceptance of death. Felt his strange, sad peace.

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it

Dorian had informed Eva that he would be in a meeting for a few hours, but he would call as soon as he was available. The meeting was with his father, who was in a much better position when it came to his health. It was a miracle how everything had turned around for him. After months of doctor visits, medication changes, and lifestyle adjustments, Mr. Rhodes had finally stabilized. His color was back, his voice was stronger, and for the first time in a while, he was starting to resemble the man Dorian grew up admiring.

I carefully watched as the man slowly approached me as of he was predator stalking a prey. I didn't like the way he walked, asked his question or smirk. And I ended up taking a step back, causing the man to stop his his track. He glanced down at my feet before another smile crawled its way to his face. "I am Dorian Great, son of Lord Dom Great and Lady Cassandra Great. I believe you must have heard of me?" He spoke lazily, as if he had all the time he wanted at his disposal.

He had said he was going to college, but in reality, he went underground as a hacker. Dorian was a big bear of a man, and he could hack into things others wouldn't dare try. Not only could he hack, but he also had people working for him that were the muscle that made people disappear. Dorian typically used his skills to steal from the rich to give to the poor; he saw himself as a Robinhood. If someone got close to finding out or turning him in to the police, they were never heard from again.

His voice made her nipples tighten under her blouse. “Elena,” he snapped suddenly through the intercom. “In here. Now.” She jumped up, smoothing her tight pencil skirt, and walked in. Damon sat behind his massive desk in a perfectly tailored black suit, looking every inch the ruthless billionaire. His eyes flicked over her body like he owned it. Which, after last night, he kind of did. “Yes, Mr. Voss?” she asked, trying to sound professional. Her voice came out breathy. He leaned back, staring. “You’re walking funny today. Sore, are we?”