Novelas y relatos de Dr John Dorian

To beg for it to stop. But I've done my research. I know what that thing can do. And I'm going to beat it. Behind the glass wall, shadows move. The audience. I can't see their faces clearly, just silhouettes. Watching. Waiting to see me break like all the others. Dorian stands beside the platform, clipboard in hand. He's the owner of this club, the creator of The Gauntlet. Tall, dark hair silvering at the temples, the kind of calm that comes from watching dozens of women fall apart on this machine. He's seen it all. Nothing impresses him anymore.

A talent that has been helpful in healing from my grief. Dorian was able to perk Sabrina up and gain her attention. Something that hasn’t happened since I left Celeste island. Dorian is handsome and incredibly good looking with short dark chocolate brown hair, light beard, toned body, and a mysterious allure that makes me want to learn everything I can about him. I want to take him up on his offer, but I need to protect myself at the same time. I’ve been used before. I don’t want to be a pawn to another powerful man. In the end, that’s what I was to my dad. A pawn he could use gain power because mating me to Robbie would have been a major gain for our family. Although, I suppose it wouldn’t

I had a whole argument ready, stacked and loaded. I shut my mouth instead. My jaw stayed tight enough to ache, but I shut it. Rylan picked his reading back up. I stood there for another three seconds just so it didn't look like I was listening to him. Then I went to find coffee. Dorian showed up mid-morning and announced himself by nearly giving Torin a reason to break his nose at the front door. He looked terrible, twitchy, darting glances at every window as he walked through the entrance hall like he expected something to come through the glass at him. He made it two steps toward me before he touched my elbow and leaned in.

After what felt like an eternity, Dorian finally spoke, his voice low and almost distant, as if he were talking more to himself than to her. "Did I ever tell you about the previous lord before my father?" He didn’t turn to look at her as he spoke, his gaze still fixed on the window. His tone was calm, but there was something beneath it, something that Irwin couldn’t quite place. She furrowed her brows, shaking her head even though she knew he couldn’t see her. "No, you never did," she replied, her voice gentle. "What happened to him?" Dorian took a slow breath before continuing. "He was killed... trying to protect his mate. A weak mate," he added, his voice tightening slightly on the last wo

"I’ll ask again. Who the hell are you?" The man smirked, unfazed. "My name is Dorian Vale. And like it or not, I’m your best shot at surviving what’s about to happen.” Mark scoffed, arms crossed. "Yeah? And who the hell do you think you are? Dorian looked at him, a hint of amusement on his face. “Because I’m 10 years ready for this war. Because I know who Bryan has become. And because I know how to make him stop.”

Bersamaan dengan itu juga Nadine ikut menoleh. Nadine tertegun dengan lidah kelu. Sosok yang berdiri di depannya ini begitu memukau. Lelaki itu sangat menawan dengan perawakan jangkung. Wajah dan tubuhnya seperti pahatan patung dewa-dewa Yunani, kokoh dan sangat jantan. Jika digambarkan mirip seperti Brad Pitt si Archilles, ksatria paling tampan dalam kisah perang Troya. "Eh, Dokter. Maaf, saya tidak bermaksud begitu," ucapnya terbata karena gugup. Nadine menelan ludah dengan hati yang sedang tak karuan. Matanya tak berkedip melihat Janu.

she tearfully whispered. Lily Rose closed her eyes, as she tightly hugged her pillow. ================================ Dorian's currently watching a documentary program while enjoying his beer. He almost spit on his beer when he heard someone opening the door. He curiously frowned when he saw his friend, Astley, entering his condo as if he owns the place. "Hey, man!" Astley smilingly greeted him. Dorian glanced at the wall clock. It's already 1 am. "What the hell are you doing here at this hour?" he asked him.

Dorian looked into her pretty face and wanted to kiss her, but he didn't have the nerve to do it in front of the other two. "Okay, I trust you." She smiled at him as she lightly slid her hand up and down his arm. Dorian shivered from how that made him feel. He turned to the computer, not wanting to forget their goal. They temporarily lost Jon, and he felt panicked that he had located a woman, but then he found him again. He could tell he was eyeing someone. Dorian picked up his phone and texted his men, telling them where to go. He wanted them in the area in case Jon took a woman. He wasn't going to let him kill anyone else.

I spun on my heels to get a look at the source of the voice "You were thinking out loud." "I spent over a thousand hours on that painting." The voice continued "E.A.D?" The words left my lips as I stared at the letters at the bottom of the painting "It's an acronym for Eugene Ari Darian." "Greek?" I scoffed, genuinely amused "A greek god actually," he corrected, arrogance clear in his tone with his head held up high "You are arrogant, you know that right?" I asked, not the least bit impressed "Okay, I'm sorry if I've been rude." His attempt at an apology was weak-hearted, he didn't mean it and I could sense it