Novel & Cerita Dorian Pavus

Kieran sat in a leather armchair, his jaw clenched, unable to recover from the blow on his fragile man ego. “The amount of damage to my ego is irrecoverable.” Dorian Iglesias, the man whose name alone could burst terror in the local gangs, didn’t even look up from the powder he was preparing. He tapped a credit card against the glass, his movements precise and eerily calm, testing out the new product Xavier got. “I can transparently see it on your face, Kieran. But desperate people do desperate things. You shouldn't be so surprised.” “Desperate people do stupid things, Dorian,” Kieran snapped, finishing his drink in one go.

Ivar said firmly, cutting me off. "What?" "We are certain that Lady Vivian is Stacie." I was surprised, but Dorian was silent. It was evident that he was thinking about something. "What is it, Dorian?" asked Ivar. Dorian hesitated for a little while, and then he spoke up. "I'm not sure that Lady Vivian is Stacie." Ivar was dumbfounded and glared at him accusingly. "But you blurted out 'Stacie' when you first saw her..."

Her presence steels my nerves. We reach the clearing. The cave yawns open like a hungry mouth, and the enemy waits. Rogues. Dozens. No masks. No mercy. They form a living barricade around the cave mouth like sentries of hell. And Dorian stands among them. He looks different. Taller. Pale. Something… inhuman. “You’re late,” he drawls. “Touch him and you die,” I bark to my warriors. “He’s mine.” Dorian raises the perfume vial and sprays it across his neck like it’s cologne, not corruption.

The crowd rippled, murmured like stormwater. Penelope flanked them from the side, slick as ever in black leather and an expression like she could take down God. A silver microphone was already waiting at a temporary podium hastily constructed just beyond the cordon line. Press crews vied for position. Helicopters churned overhead. National news feeds streamed live. Dorian stepped up first. “My name is Dorian Blackthorn,” he said into the mic, unblinking. “Until tonight, I was a silent majority shareholder in Velvet. I will no longer hide.”

With a giant red X drawn over the coordinates where my parents' car had gone over. Hours later, Dorian walked in, tension in his shoulders. “We got something on N. Vallis.” Leon looked up from his laptop. “Yeah?” Dorian nodded grimly. “He’s not just a businessman. He was a covert financial strategist. Hired to clean up dirty money. Especially for people who wanted to make their problems disappear.” I swallowed hard. “Was he hired by her? By Livia?” Dorian’s jaw tightened. “Possibly. But if he’s the one who orchestrated the accident... he’s more than just a name on paper. He’s the cleaner.”

As soon as we got to the apartment I was welcomed by Damian who looked gorgeous, He looked like a fine old wine. Life can be so unfair, why make him look this hot and sexy after all he did to me. How do I stay mad with this man who manages to make me forget the reason for my anger in the first place? He was putting on a grey fitted polo shirt on black shorts. The shirt clinch to his body perfectly, bringing his more defined even tone abs. The button on the polo was undone to reveal a bit of his chest. He also seem smitten by my appearance as his blue eyes grew darker the moment I walked in.

Viviane stood up and nodded at Barbara before leaving. ~~~~~~ Dorian’s punches on the punching bag landed precisely and harshly. What was he thinking? Giving in to his lust like that? ‘But she reciprocated,’ Kai argued in his mind. That made Dorian land a rather severe punch in the unsuspecting bag. His heart was thrumming and although he wanted to control himself until she was comfortable, one kiss had ruined it all. His lust-hazed brain was, however, slowly clearing and he wanted to be presentable and sporting any hard-on when he went back to his penthouse.

Only monsters did that. “Bravo, Paul Jackson!” Darius said smiling coldly, giving Paul a fake round of applause. “You deserve an award for the best liar here… Because this was a great story… But, you see, you and I both know it’s nothing but a fabrication. I’ve always been right here. Always! If you’d truly wanted to find me, you would have. You are after all Paul Jackson… With your limitless fortune and resources, nothing you want can be out of reach.”

She knew how powerful Elijah was and she could tell that he wasn't an ordinary vampire, there was something about them, a mystery that she was going to solve. The morning sun met Darius in the bathroom, he ran his fingers through his wet hair as cold water trickled down his pale skin, he was the fourth son of the O'Connor family. He clasped his grip on his blonde hair before shaking his head, he stepped out of the bathroom naked before reaching for a towel that was next to the clothesline. He wrapped it around his waist and walked to his room. He could smell the aroma coming from the kitchen, he knew who it would be, Beckham. He was the best cook among the five brothers. He couldn't wait to

During this time, none of them realized that Darius had entered the room and blended in with the rest of the staff that were there. His presence was like shadow among the crowd. No one really noticed anything wrong with him. However, his eyes were constantly watching them. Ever since he received his name from Victoria, he had been doing his own research on who Octavian Carlson really was. He received very little information the surface but as he dug deeper, he found out that his name was not actually Octavian Carlson. It was the name he legally used for business.