Encanto #dolores Novels & Stories

"I'm sorry, sweetheart, we didn't mean to wake you. Just boring grown-up stuff. Let's get you back up to bed, okay?" "Who's that?" He was looking past me at Hale, leaning into my side. He was awake, he was down here, and I couldn't control one single word that was about to come out of him. Hale's whole face changed. The hard thing dropped off it and something soft and practiced slid on in its place. "Well, hello there." Her voice went warm and syrupy. "You must be Liam. I'm so sorry we woke you, sweetheart. I'm Dolores."

A smirk graced her face. Dolores reclined on her bed couch, adorned in flowing robes, as her maids delicately draped her in gold jewelry. The room was filled with the soft hum of an ancient Spanish melody, and one of the maids gently began to unravel her braids, her movements graceful and precise. A maid walked in. “My queen, the hospital call. You can visit Pablo by tomorrow”, she said. “Hmm, okay. Go”, Dolores dismissed her “Where is my phone? I need to speak to Lima.”

He was there all along, how could I have not notice? Maybe that's the thing about love- no life in general, we don't always know what we want and by the time we do, they're already out of reach. How cruel. Henry comes back with that perfect face and his hair flowing pefectly at the arch of his nose, he is so beautiful, I couldn't find the words to describe how divine he looked like with the golden hour hitting his silhouette just right. He gives me my bag with a smile and says, "Let's go."

Enrique asked in a challenging tone. Before Marcus could reply, Enrique moved swiftly and stood directly in front of him. He moved his face to Marcus' ears and; "Are you scared I'll lead HIM to her?" He asked again. The cold stare Marcus had was instantly mixed with fear, making him look less ferocious to Enrique. He smirked like he had gotten the reaction he wanted. "Relax brother. I won't do that..." His eyes moved once again to Avery; "I haven't even had my fun with her yet."

Miles Dolores’s fingers trail down my chest, lingering on each scar and tattoo. Her touch is a gentle fire, igniting every nerve. She reaches the hem of my shirt, slowly lifting it over my head. I catch her wrist. “Dolores,” I murmur, looking into her eyes. They’re soft, but determined. “You don’t have to do this, I know that was a lot...” She tilts her head, a mischievous grin spreading across her lips. “I want to. I need you Miles.” She pulls my shirt off and tosses it aside. Her lips follow the path her hands took, leaving a burning trail in their wake.

Hollywood - Los Angeles - home. She needed to home. Another flashback of a very young and chubby Ana hugging the life out of her invaded her mind. Ana was leaving. That was her last hug. Or so had she thought, at least. She must call Ana, but she didn't have her phone. Cursing that she left it in the room Sebastian and her were making out. Sebastian is dangerous. "Stop." She almost begged to her own mind to stop the train of thoughts. The door of the restroom opened to reveal a very worried Ana looking down at her.

Immediately, her heart soared and she knew that one day, we would be bonded and she wouldn’t be alone any more. Flashes of my life flicker before my eyes, flashes of Aolis, walking alone in the forest, then flashes of me walking alone in the same forest. Me at the axolotl pool, me talking to GoldMoon, me trying to heal Dominic, me freeing the trolls from the earth, me stepping in front of Lorelai's lightning to save Aolis. With each memory, Lucero’s love for me has grown. Her love for me is as strong as the love I feel from Hera and from Aolis. I am hers and she is mine. We are one.

Elysia, her brow furrowed with concern, interjected, "I understand your reservations, Valeria. But these visions have guided me before. They hold a connection to the very essence of the Enchanted Realm." Kael, his arms crossed and his expression thoughtful, added, "We can't afford to ignore any avenue of inquiry. Our enemy is relentless, and we must be equally unyielding in our pursuit of knowledge."

Alex shrugs his shoulders denoting he doesn't care but his arm is still clinging to my hips like an iron belt. I extend my hand and the Romanian kisses it. The contact with his lips causes me to instantly go pale... Blood, there is blood everywhere. Rivers and rivers of blood and cold. A poisonous, deadly cold. And a name, a scream that breaks the night, a desperate prayer of regret, love and hate... Elennah. I remove my hand from contact with... Dracula. It seems that my palm has been burned from cold. His eyes become slits and I see them flash with understanding. Vlad knows what I've seen. His face takes on a stony expression.

Dolores could see the flash of intrigue in his eyes, and she knew she had caught his attention. "Yes," she muttered, her voice steady. "I know Don Deangelo has my friend, and I'm willing to do whatever it takes to get her back, and I heard Dons don't joke with their bloodlines." Vincenzo's face lit up with a wicked grin, and he grabbed Dolores' cheeks with his strong hands. "I like the way you think, little bird," he said, pulling her closer to his chest. "But we will have to see how my plan plays out first."