Dr John Dorian Novels & Stories

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.*

That pissed me off, so I tried confronting him, only to realize that he never came home and just abandoned me in the house, to be tormented by the remembrance of how Ria died. I couldn't step out of the mansion without having a flashback to that incident. A knock sounded on the door, distracting me from my thoughts. "Come in." I dropped the book I had been flipping through on my lap as the door opened to reveal Don Luciano and his creepy smile. A huge lump formed in my throat as I tried not to appear startled. "Yes?" I inquired, not bothering to stand up to offer him respect. This man did not deserve it, and as his son's wife, he couldn't force me. Besides, I needed to stop fearing these men

But as I approached Dorian’s office, I heard his voice through the slightly open door, speaking urgently on the phone with someone. “Elder Rex, I’ve told you already and I won’t say it again,” Dorian was saying, his voice sharp with barely controlled frustration. “The woman you brought to my pack house cannot be my mate. I don’t care what blessed bloodline she has or what powerful alliances it would create with her family. I don’t care if she’s descended from the Moon Goddess herself.” There was a pause where Elder Rex must have responded, then Dorian’s voice came again, harder this time.

Instead, they both looked at each other in the mirror. And honestly Diana's focus was broken when she saw Alpha Darren's broad chest. “So how do I use it?” Alpha Darren asked. Diana blinked her eyes a few times. “Is it like this?” Instead of pressing the right button, Alpha Darren pressed the wrong button and the hair dryer turned off. And that made Diana sure that she would dry Alpha Darren's hair instead of letting him get this job done. *"Just sit well, I'll dry your hair.” She turned the chair Alpha Darren was sitting on around to face her and started to dry his hair.

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.

Aldrich or I swear…’ “Are you alright, Nurse Dorian? ” Dr. Aldrich cut my mind short. I almost jolted up from my seat. I didn’t even realize that I was smiling like an idiot while I thought of him. Gosh! __________END OF DORIAN’S POV_________

The sheets were replaced, the floor gleamed, and even the air felt too clean. I walked out into the living room and froze. Dorian sat at the dining table, still bare-chested, his wet hair slightly tousled as he scrolled through something on his phone. In front of him were multiple covered trays—steaming, expensive-looking dishes that could probably feed three people. “Join me,” he said without looking up.

“Before Mr. Steele comes home and decides we’re lazy.” We were halfway to the kitchen when we heard the low purr of an engine outside. Leanna groaned. “Too late.” The front door opened. Dorian stepped in, his expression was cold and exhausted, his phone still in his hand. He walked upstairs in long strides. Moments later, he reappeared, now dressed in crisp black trousers and a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves. His eyes swept over us. “I can tell Riya hasn’t done much work.” He waited for a reply, but none came.

Dillinger's messy personal finances. The soft thud of footsteps pulled me from my thoughts. Dorian strolled into the kitchen, raiding the place like he owned it. "Still grumbling over the Alpha?" he asked casually, pulling out sandwich fixings. "I’m not grumbling," I retorted immediately, crossing my arms defensively. "I'm working. Someone has to keep Mr. Perfect Alpha from throwing a tantrum." Dorian chuckled under his breath as he slapped together a sandwich. "You know, for someone who acts like they hate alphas, you sure talk about him a lot."

I asked, stepping inside like I was afraid I was gonna mess something up. He kicked the door shut behind me and smirked. “Nah. Got a maid.” I rolled my eyes. “Yeah. Okay.” because he could afford a fucking maid. tch. He just threw his gym bag to the corner and yanked his jersey over his head. My brain promptly shut off from my line of thinking and I honestly couldn't care less about why Dorian had cleaned his room. His skin was flushed from practice, his abs tight enough to bounce a puck off, and there were these faint red bruises along his side. I didn’t even want to think about where those came from or I'd get mad all over again. Fucking Matt.