Novel & Cerita Dorian Pavus

[Seraphine’s POV] Rage burned within me as I confronted Dorian, the source of my anguish and the architect of our torment. He stood there, his eyes gleaming with malevolence, a cruel reminder of the pain he had inflicted upon us. The scars of his past atrocities marred his features, a testament to the darkness that resided within his soul. "Dorian," I hissed his name, my voice laced with a lethal combination of anger and sorrow. "You think you can destroy us, manipulate time to suit your sinister desires? You've taken Cassian from me twice, but I won't let you succeed again."

"Do you know –" "Do you want to die today?" Cahir cut him off, his tone low, quiet, warm even, but it sent a shiver racing down my spine. "You have a funny way of asking for death." "You may be a mad Alpha but I am Dorian Greyson." The man seemed to be swelling to twice his size. "I will neither bow nor bend over in the face of tyranny. Do your worst." With that he swerved away, almost hitting me a second time. I jumped away right as he went past me but he didn't go far.

Mark told him. “He is also not an angel, fey or elf. That left vampire or warlock.” Grandfather Eivor said. Savannah tried to describe him to them, but her memory was hazy thanks to that damn sedative. Dorian did his voodoo mind reading shit to her which shocked both her and Daniel. It was weird to be part of it and it made me somewhat nauseous. “He is a hybrid vampire/warlock. His name is Vegas, well that is the name he goes by. He also happens to be Ulriks half-brother.” Dorian explained.

In fact, he is just as inappropriate and filthy as when we first met. He slides the SUV seat back until it slams up against our suitcases in the back. “Still concerned about that boring married life thing?” he asks. “Because I’m enjoying the idea of figuring out new ways of fucking you. I’m pretty sure I have a lifetime of ideas.” “Oh, really?” I ask. “No more talking,” Dorian says. “Take your pants off.” His words send a rush of arousal between my legs. Tugging at the sides of my pants, I pull them down over my hips as Dorian drops to the floor of the SUV in front of me, yanking them off completely.

the other man signed back, totally unbothered. Focused on his plate, he didn’t even pretend to notice the middle finger the black-haired guy flashed him. A little giggle slipped from my lips, and I caught the attention of those midnight eyes. For the first time, I saw doubt crack through his mask, and I thought: this is my moment. “Egg whites. Just whites... no yolk, no butter, nothing. And that sourdough... dry. ‘Avocado toast,’ they call it, like that name’s supposed to make it less sad.”

All those years, while my father worked late, came home with bruises he couldn't explain, woke screaming from nightmares he wouldn't talk about—she knew. And she never told me. "There's more," Alexander said gently. "If you want to keep reading." I did. *Day 21. I met another one today. Not Volkan—someone else. Younger. Crueler. He called himself Dorian.* My blood ran cold. "Dorian." Alexander leaned forward. "What does it say?" *Dorian is everything I expected vampires to be. Cruel, arrogant, hungry. He looked at me like I was meat. Like I was nothing.*

Darius is a very intelligent man and has learnt that he would die but is not bothered about it, he wanted to ask the goddess if he would ever see Marpha and his granddaughter again but he stopped himself, after all he knows in his heart they would return. Days went by quickly but nothing changed about Johnson, he hardly eats anything and does not go to work frequently as usual, he refused to pick his calls and turn down some project offered to him, life wasn't easy ever since Dorian left he has been living like someone who is going crazy, irresponsible and bankrupt.

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.

“It won’t stop. It will recover, it will evolve, and next time… you might not be so lucky.” Kai’s jaw clenched. “And what? You want to help us?” The man’s eyes gleamed. “Let’s just say I have a vested interest in how this all plays out.” Sasha didn’t trust him. Not for a second. “Who are you?” A long pause. Then, finally, he gave a slow, almost mocking bow. “You may call me Dorian.” The name sent an uneasy shiver through her. Kai stepped forward, his voice dangerous. “Why are you really here?”

“My friend Patricia has a daughter. She is a nice girl. She is also smart. She works in finance. I think you would like her.” Dorian snorts into his wine. “Mom,” he says. “Vorian does not need Patricia’s daughter.” Mom looks at him. “And why not?” she asks. Dorian drinks deep. “Because Vorian is gay,” he says loudly and casually. “And he is already having an affair with his secretary. The one from the tabloids. The one who used to work for Holt. Zephyr Cole. That is his name, right?” The table stops and the forks pause. Glasses freeze. Mom’s face goes pale. Cassian’s hand tightens on his knife. Elena’s eyes go wide and Lila looks confused but I am sure she understands what the word “gay” is.