Dot X Lance Novels & Stories

Van protested, though he took the glass anyway. "Then who's going to take care of my drunk ass?" Lance said, already reaching for two shots lined up in front of him. "You better stay sober." He downed them both in one smooth motion, not so much as flinching. "Lan, slow down," Van said, worry creeping into his voice, brows knitting together. "It's fine." Lance tipped back another drink, unbothered, unstoppable, a storm dressed up as a man having a good night.

He did it twice, carefully, until the bleeding stopped. "Better now?" he asked. I nodded, still surprised by the gentleness of his gesture. "Thank you, Darren." "I just didn't want it to get infected," he said, inspecting my finger again with a seriousness that made me smile. "You'll be alright." Before I could respond, the sound of galloping hooves made us both turn. Lance appeared on horseback, the muscles of the horse rippling under his strong grip on the reins. His expression was stormy, brows drawn together, eyes sharp and accusing as they landed on us.

Wayne's face darkened. “Well, this one's for her,” Dr Lance said with a shrug and left the mug display. Shem hurried over and picked the pink mug. It had a portrait on it. A perfectly drawn portrait of a little girl. A younger version of Dolly. Underneath it was the name Dolores written in neat calligraphy.

I had never seen any tattoos on Lance's hands until now. "This stupid goddamned vessel is trying to fight back," He said. "Who are you?" I asked. "If you are not Lance, what have you done to him?" "Hey girl, thought you wish for who has been sending you those pretty cute envelopes to surface? Oh, I need to give you credit for still standing before me when you should be on your heel," He chuckled. His voice had turned darker. He didn't sound like Lance. "I am Lance. Lance Turner, captain of the swim team and the golden boy in Mystic Academy, well after Vesper," He snarled.

Nothing at all. Wait, who is that? Lingga? With whom? I had chosen Lingga from a list of profiles my pimp had given me, but he was very averse to male clients. Lingga was an unforgettable gigolo, especially since he was on the best product list. His muscular proportions were more voluptuous than Aryo's when displayed in a large room for auction. I waited for the woman with Lingga to leave and then approached him, just to say hello outside the fast food franchise.

out and let me tag along with them.” He chuckled. “How about you guys? Do you always go out? Do you go on dates?” He replied “We do go out on weekends. We play basketball, we come here or go to Holiday Plaza and just bum around. Nothing special, really. And I don’t have time to date. Not sure about Jon, though.” I glanced at him, thinking he was pulling my leg. “Are you serious? I thought all of you have girlfriends already.” Lance looked startled then smiled. “Why would you think that? I don’t have a girlfriend.” I shrugged and went on, “Well, your gang is pretty popular in school. And you all look cute and charming. Girls practically are begging for you to go out with them. “ He was quiet

I remembered everything. They both looked at me, dumbfounded. "You do?" Lance asked, moving close to me. I felt something trickling down my nose, placing my hands on it, I flat my own hot blood. Immediately, I wiped it off. Lance saw it and he was everything but happy about it. "Why is she bleeding?" Lance asked Dorcas. They both never really got along well. "She is not supposed to–" "You said you knew what you were doing," Lance interrupted her.

he answered with a sly grin, then whispered conspiratorially, “I spoke with Drake at the hospital while you were talking to Amy and he arranged it for us.” “That was nice of him,” I said, taking a sandwich. “How long have you known him?” “A long time,” Lance said, taking a bite of his sandwich. I suddenly remembered that he had beautiful green eyes. “He’s not a …” “Vampire?” Lance finished, casually taking a sip of his dark, purple juice. “Yes, he is.” “Wow,” I said in astonishment. “I had no idea.” “He hides it well,” Lance replied, eating another sandwich.

I was about to say when the Damn bastard, Dante cut in again. "Reminds you of your mum. Not facially but the way she carries herself." Rage burned into my veins as I crushed the pen in my hand. "Shit! True, how could I have forgotten about that?" Maddox chuckled bitterly as he popped himself down on the sofa beside Dante. "You seriously should put a leash on your mouth or I would do it for you." I threatened Dante who scoffed, reaching for my cigarette pack on the desk. "You can threaten everyone, Lucien, but not us; we are your friends. We stopped fearing you, years back." Maddox laughed as he took a stick from the pack and lit it.

Beside Lance was Lysol. “Lysol?”