Dr John Dorian 소설 & 이야기

The study was exactly what Selene expected: dark wood, bookshelves, a massive desk covered in papers and maps, and an overall aesthetic of “brooding male who makes questionable life choices.” Dorian stood by the window, his back to her, hands clasped behind him. He’d clearly showered and changed his hair was still damp, and he wore a simple black shirt and pants that somehow looked both casual and stupidly expensive. “You wanted to see me,” Selene said, refusing to be intimidated by the whole dark and mysterious routine. “Close the door.”

The kind of thing you read about in dirty books. My breath quickens at the thought of Dorian inside me. I can put him out of my head. I don't need to think about that night with Dorian. But once my mind goes there, it can't stop. It doesn't want to stop. Dorian is above me, his movement gentle. I told him I wasn't a virgin; we both knew I was lying. He's probably deflowered lots of virgins, I think; he's probably an expert in virginity-taking. The way he moves inside me, his tenderness afterward as he cleans me up, makes me think that's definitely the case. Dorian Reed: Virginity Removal Specialist. I picture the words on a business card, and it makes me laugh.

“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.

Dorian was merely an oddity, an Immortal Swordsman from the Path Seeking Sect who had been unable to break through to the martial god king realm for hundreds of years. For Lynn of the Zago race and Nefarious Blast General Dyson of the Sky Demon Kingdom, the golden light on Dorian's body that had defended against Dave's lethal strike was what truly deserved attention. Both sides had already discerned that Dorian was a stage-six martial god king, and his swordsmanship was considerably superior to Dave's. Taking down Dave was only a matter of time. However, they had not expected Dave to be beheaded in just three moves. The most crucial factor was that golden light Dorian had unleashed.

“I believe we can create a better game, Dorian.” Dorian’s playful smile grew, revealing his blackened teeth. He took a step towards Darkous, his back slightly crooked as he stood over an inch smaller. Dorian had been abandoned as a child, leaving him alone in a vast wilderness on an uncharted dimension. The immortal had spent over a hundred years in solitude, living amongst the beasts of the realm. Darkous had found him on a scouting mission, instantly becoming friends with the feral immortal. Although Dorian had been in hell for over a century he remained feral, relying on his animalistic traits. Dorian had gone insane, slowly losing his mind. And yet, his knowledge was vast; matching his b

Because of her, my packmates and I are free. Right now, my packmates are settled in their own places. They make an effort to pay their respects to me at least twice a week. Another thing that surprised me was seeing Dorian. He came over to the house a couple of days ago. Apparently, he was also offered a position to be a professor at Cal State. He is going to teach literature. I’m no surprised that he was hired to teach literature. When we lived in the institute, the doctors would keep him calm by giving him books. Sometimes, he’d read through hundreds of books in a day. He is also highly intelligent. Either way, I’m happy for him.

Johnny said when he saw that all the girls were already with the men who had just arrived. I kept looking down, glancing from time to time at the faces of the armed guys, watching as they lit cigarettes and poured liquor from their bottles. “Do you want a drink?” Dorian told me. I turned to see him, meeting his eyes again, but this time closer. It is assumed that he was waiting for me to see him change like the previous time, but I only looked at a pair of black eyes, slightly slanted; His Asian ancestry was obvious, which made me even more nervous.

"What ? , did you say Mr Davian or someone else " Carol asks surprised . The only Mr Davian they knew was the President of a corporation. He graduated two years ago with a masters in Finance and Management . He is from the wealthiest family in the country and he is not yet married . Her friends could not believe it . "Tell us dis you sleep him, how was it , you can use it to acquire money " " No I did not , He helped me and I did not know him " " You have missed a life time chance "

“Why?” “Because I need to G****e my “husband” before he finishes my almond milk.” Back in the living room, Dorian was sitting on the edge of the couch, scrolling through his phone with the energy of someone who had nothing to hide. I didn’t sit. I just stood near the hallway, arms crossed like a defense line he hadn’t asked for. “What exactly do you do for a living?” I asked. He glanced up. “I’m in acquisitions.” That told me nothing. “Like… um…real estate?”

And then— A name. “Dr. Reinhardt,” I murmured. Dorian’s head snapped up. “Who?” I swallowed hard, my throat dry. “He was there. At the compound. He only spoke to me once, but it stuck with me. He said…” I hesitated, trying to recall the exact words. “‘You’re part of something bigger than you understand. Soon, you’ll see.’” Dorian’s expression darkened. “And you never thought it important to mention before?”