Dr John Dorian Novels & Stories

Drake glanced over his shoulder, towards Drew who looked down in hesitation, gesturing to him to speak. “It was Sir Dorian, Boss… He was a match. He donated directly to save you.” ​My jaw clenched. Another sickening wave of frustration washed over me. Dorian. The one man I wanted to strip of all power had literally pumped his own blood into my veins to keep me breathing. Fuck! ​“Don't say another word about it,” I muttered, leaning my head back against the pillow. I didn't complain, but the bitter taste of the debt burned in my throat.

His ginger-colored hair framed his face perfectly which gave him an aura of authority and a presence that naturally demanded attention. Dorian, on the other hand, was dressed in black shorts and a black T-shirt. His dark hair was neatly tied into a ponytail. Just like the last time Aurora had seen him, she could still tell from a single glance into his brown eyes that he wasn't someone to be underestimated despite the friendly warmth he often displayed.

Taking a deep breath, I pushed it open and stepped inside. Professor Dorian sat behind a massive mahogany desk, one arm draped casually over the back of his chair. He was on the phone, listening more than speaking. "Mhmm... No, I'll handle it. Yes, I'll make sure he learns his lesson... No, don't send anyone else. I've got it under control... Goodnight." He hung up and swiveled in his chair to face me fully. A slow smirk spread across his handsome face as his eyes raked over my body from head to toe. I shifted uncomfortably under his intense gaze, feeling exposed and vulnerable.

A pair of leather shoes, long legs of black pants, and a black shirt…my gaze moved further to rest on pink lips left out under the black mask he wore. Who exactly was he? His rare gold colored eyes pierced through my being, and in that moment it felt as though I was bare. My nipples stirred under my wet dress, making things even worse than they already were. “Prince Darion,” The attendants chorused, their heads dropping, unable to look at the man as though he was a plague. Or perhaps someone of high status –pretty evident from his temperament. I clenched my jaw hard, feeling the swell on my cheeks. It still hurt from last night…if not even worse.

(that's his thought) STATE MUNICIPAL CLINIC Dorian is now stable and she has been sleeping for over three hours. Doctor Brown insisted that Johnson should rest for awhile because of the transfusion he did, so as he was sleeping the vision came to him again, a vision that he might be familiar with...

The professor asks curiously. "Oh no! I am a sitter for the Dravens." I reply quickly. "Ahh the Dravens." He replies. Professor Hawthorn begins walking in the direction of Draphend Elementary and motions me to join him. I glanced at the man walking beside me. He has short, messy like, brown hair. He is tall with a better than medium build. I've never been able to get close to him let alone get a good look at him. He has a gentle air about him and seems very familiar but I can't place where from.

That made me nervous again. As soon as they saw Dad, they left. I was relieved when they were out of sight. After that, Marco greeted his cousin Danil Kirovsky, who had just arrived. Danil is the leader of the Kirovsky family in Russia. He came with his mother, Sarah Moretti-Kirovsky, who is part of the Moretti family too.

I slid out and onto my butt with an oomph. I heard Dorian laugh and searched for him. He sat in a large yellow beanbag chair. His sandy hair was wet and combed back, and he had on a pair of gray sweatpants and a Patriots tee shirt. "You're so graceful," he said, his voice filled with happiness. "The great and powerful Seal has the poise of a bumbling ox." "Hey," I said, walking over to him. He pulled me onto the beanbag next to him. "I'm not an ox. Sheesh."

A voice asked as I raised my head to see who it was. A tall, lean blond man with dark blue eyes and pointed nose sat on the stool before me. "Okay let me introduce myself. I'm Jeffery Willard, and you are?" Talking to this stranger won't cause me any harm right? "I'm Giordana Forbes, nice to meet you," I replied, matching his smile. "Beautiful name for a beautiful young lady." "Thank you." He started a conversation with me, asking me random questions and other things. I found out that he was also a doctor.

I asked. "A man by the name of Dorian." He said and I raised my eyebrows. "Dorian? Like Dorian Gray? That famous story?" I asked innocently and Adrian sighed. "Yes, like that famous story." He said looking at me like I'm the stupidest woman alive. "Dorian was one of the high ups in Europol, he's obsessed with weapons. He has been interested in ILLICIT since ILLICIT started and he wants to be a part of us too." Adrian said as he looked at the cube again. He then let me hold it.