Dr John Dorian Novels & Stories

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."

We find Dorian in the kitchen harassing one of our Omega members. “All I want is some damn lunch.” Dorian is yelling at Annie, who looks terrified. “DORIAN” I used my commanding voice, knowing that he will pay attention. “No one here is a slave. My Omegas do not make me food unless they want to. Here we do things for ourselves. Annie I am sorry about the confusion this is Dorian, Daphne’s brother in law. I will handle it from here, you go ahead and run along. Tell your folks I said hello and look forward to seeing everyone at the mating ceremony.” Annie quickly runs out of the manor house via the kitchen door. Finally, I turn my attention to Dorian. He is looking at me like I grew another he

'She's right you know, not everyone is Jasper, not everyone will break your heart. If only I could but I'm not ready yet. 'You're not getting any younger though.' I know right? While I was still having a mind battle my office cell phone rang. I answered the phone. "Doctor Giordana Quinton on the line how can I help you?" "Good morning Doctor, a Mr. Forbes is here to see you should I send him in?" "Sure," I replied absentmindedly. "Nice office Giordana." I heard a deep masculine voice not up to two minutes later.

His black shirt was stained, he had on two different pair of socks and his pyjamas pants kept dropping below his belt. I clicked my tongue, leaning to touch his shoulders but he slapped my wrist away, "don't fucking touch me!" He raised his voice at me, "Red, you know me," his chest rose and fell at a crazy pace, "you know how paranoid I get but you still chose to ignore my fucking messages!" "Dawson, I had to go to a class and..." "Bullshit!" Now I raised my voice as well, "It was obviously a conversation we needed to have in person and-"

Thorian's POV Dorian called at eleven that night. I was in the office when it came through and Lyra was across the desk from me with her feet tucked under her on the chair and a cup of cold tea she had forgotten about on the armrest, and we were both working through the information Soren had compiled when the phone rang and the name on the screen made us both go still. I answered and put it on speaker. "Corvin's reports," Dorian said, without preamble. "I have read them. All fourteen of them spanning four months." A pause. "They are not what I expected."

Isla said from the armchair. "About what." "Anything. They like voices." Dorian looked deeply uncomfortable. He cleared his throat. "The property acquisition on the east side is going to require additional legal review before we can—" "Not work things," Isla said. "That's all I have." "Then make something up." He looked at Elena. Elena looked at him. Outside a car horn sounded somewhere below. "There was a dog on my street when I was growing up," Dorian said reluctantly. "Big brown thing. Showed up one day and just stayed. Nobody knew whose it was. Just decided to live there now."

Dorian froze mid-motion, wiping grease from his hands. “Mira?” he repeated softly. “She died three Winter Solstices ago.” “You’re lying.” Rowan’s face twisted, disbelief flickering into anger. “I can smell her scent in that room.” “I’m not lying.” Dorian pointed toward the alley beyond the tavern. “three Winter Solstices ago, the family from that malpractice case cornered her there—under the blood moon. They used silver-forged blades, cut deep until her wolf couldn’t heal.

“I think he would’ve lasted longer without you trying to mentally destroy him.” Dorian turned then, eyes sharp. “You saw what he did. He’s not normal. Not even close.” Kai folded his arms. “We’ve known that. You didn’t have to almost die to prove it.” Dorian stepped toward him, jaw tight. “You’re still thinking too small, Kai.” Kai tilted his head. “Oh yeah? And what do you think he is? A phoenix? A forgotten god?” “No,” Dorian said, voice suddenly dark. “I think he might be a fucking Heavenly.”

I took the laptop up to my room and closed the door behind me. I accessed my email and opened the John Gold file again. He was five foot ten inches, with light brown hair. He was short for a man and his personality showed his affliction. He had short man syndrome. He wasn’t in terrible shape but he could be in better shape. He was filthy rich, exclamation on the filthy part and the surprising factor, I was friends with his son, Robert Gold.