Dr John Dorian Novels & Stories

Mabel focused her attention on the reports as she wanted them to be perfect so the crazy man would not have a reason to complain that she was incompetent. Just as she was almost done, the door to Christian’s office opened and the man who had gone into it minutes ago came out. Mabel immediately stood up to greet him as a courtesy since he seemed to be important. “No, sit down, Miss Pearson,” Dorian said with his signature smile. The smile that looked harmless but at the same time was the last thing some saw before he killed them. "Let me formally introduce myself. I'm Dorian Romero, Christian’s brother and the COO." Dorian extended his hand and Mabel accepted it with a smile.

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.

<< >> Dorian had taken the stairs two at a time, straightening his jacket as he reached the bottom, and pulled in a breath of clean morning air as he crossed into the living room. He was heading for the dining room when the front door opened behind him. He turned. Ronan was in the doorway and that was the most charitable way to describe what was happening. He wasn’t walking so much as he was a man being operated by a much smaller, significantly more exhausted man inside him. His jacket was wrinkled. His eyes were somewhere else entirely.

“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.

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.

"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 "

The front door swung open before we reached the porch. David filled the doorway. Six-two, broad-shouldered, with the kind of rugged handsomeness that looked good on a man pushing fifty. Gray streaking his dark hair. Deep lines around his eyes. Hands that had worked hard his whole life calloused, thick-fingered, capable. "There's my favorite daughter-in-law," he said, and his voice was a low rumble that vibrated somewhere deep in my chest. He stepped aside to let us in, and as I passed, his hand brushed my lower back. Just like the wedding. Just like Thanksgiving. Accidental. Innocent.