Durin Novels & Stories

It was really true that Dana Hamilton was a mother to Clara. Philip looked at the Harriot in the picture, he was smiling without the effort of pain and a wave of bitterness swept through Philip. He felt like losing his mind for a second by lamenting the fact that he had met them again but he knew better than to lose his control. He tucked his phone into his pocket and looked at the painting one more time.

“Zach, it’s there” “Zach, the remote is in your hands” Regina stood from the sofa as his quivering palms struggled to hold tight to the slipping remote. “Let me hep you. I can help you Zach” She reached slowly for the remote before he yelled, smashing it to the ground in pieces. Regina shut her eyes to the sight as Denver walked in hastily at that sound, he had spent the night with them. “Reggie, what’s wrong?” She didn’t answer but it didn’t take long to realize he was in an anxiety episode, though he hadn’t seen it in a while, he was quickly to recognize it. The tension, his void eyes that soon enveloped with fear-

My heart constricted as I remembered the feel of slicing through flesh, halting the air in my lungs until spots danced behind my eyes. “Mind if we talk?” Dain’s voice was the anchor that kept me from wrecking, reeling me away from my guilt before I succumbed to it. The sun was beginning to crack through the horizon, and the first flashes of its warm glow was streaked across the sky. It provided little in terms of light but was still comforting to look at. It’s what Dain was fixated on as I joined him outside. “Contrary to popular belief, my favorite time is sunrise.” Dain hummed, but there was something flimsy about his care-free tone.

𝗗𝘂𝗮𝗻 𝗔𝗰𝗰𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝗟𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗹: 𝗢𝗿𝗶𝗼𝗻 – 𝗥𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗧𝗶𝗺𝗲: 𝟬𝟮:𝟭𝟰 𝗔𝗠

“Another early riser. She smiled. - I've always been. I have a habit of getting out of bed at least two hours before George, my husband. She gestured to her Nikon. — This camera looks nice. About to say he was a professional photographer, he realized it had to be Dhiraj. A train it was too closed a community for multiple identities. He accentuated the accent more English and said: “It's been my great passion for a long time. His green eyes sparkled. “I know all about men with that kind of passion. With George, it's golf. The train went around a bend and a rosy hue reflected on her face. She turned to look through the window. “Dawn. It's my favorite time of day. Seeing the light on your cheek

Dorian Grimaldi. The dense forest beckoned me with its verdant embrace, my paws propelling me forward with relentless determination. The ethereal breeze whispered through the towering trees, tenderly caressing my sleek fur as I dashed through the underbrush. A symphony of sounds enveloped me—the rustling leaves, the melodic chirping of birds, and the distant echo of my wolf's triumphant howl. Each step I took sent a thrilling pulse through my veins, heightening the adrenaline coursing through my lupine form.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

Mercile Industries was a drug research and development company that would do anything to make a buck. She watched 416 cautiously as she allowed her gaze to roam over his naked body. His back rose and fell with his breathing but besides blinking, he didn’t otherwise move. She noticed a red mark on his side. With his arms stretched upward she could see it clearly. Ellie hesitated. He could kill her if he broke a chain.

I began to fight until I felt the soothing tingles tickle my skin. “Hey, my dark princess please take it easy.” Ruari whispers. “Benny, he was hurt. I need to find him.” I whined. “Benny is fine. He is already healed. You have been asleep for 24 hours. Everything is fine.” he told me.

We also had a deep conviction that they were the cabal and would be meeting tonight. It was eleven minutes to 6pm. My mother had just closed the bar for the day and had return home. It was the annual ghetto fiesta therefore, Greenland owns the day and staying till late in the bar is definitely a futile endeavor. The event is said to kick off at exactly 7pm with series of dance competitions among men, women and both groups. I had just finished making dinner when my mother walked in. I didn't serve my siblings. My mother feels when they eat very early, they complain of hunger later in the night and since they were on break from school, they stay awake for a long period. I quickly went to the b