Finding Dustil Novels & Stories

Cole scoffed, "I only fired you from deputy manager, and now you're teaming up with those stupid women to trick me? I trusted you, but you let me down." Patrick fumbled, spineless as ever. I snatched the phone, rage boiling over. "Are you even human? Ignoring your wife to accompany your mistress for a fucking sunrise? You're a disgrace to our family!" Cole's composure cracked. My rare defiance shocked him. "Watch your mouth!" he snapped. "How dare you call Marie a mistress? I've spoiled you for too long. You know what? Forget studying abroad. Stay here, marry Patrick, and do chores!"

*Dust* I guide River back to his room, his arm slung around my shoulder, each step a reminder of how fragile he is right now. I can feel his warmth against me, but it’s mixed with the chill of the reality we’re facing. The words echo in my mind ‘death to the princess.’ I can’t shake the feeling that it’s all some horrible mistake. Surely, they meant someone else. I’m just Dust, an ordinary girl caught in this extraordinary mess.

I can’t explain it, but it’s the same weight that always shows up before something bad happens. Celeste freezes at the door, frowning. “Wait.” She crouches down, brushing her fingers over the floor. A faint shimmer catches the light—dust, pale and metallic. “What is it?” Nate asks, leaning past me to get a better look. “You are acting very… sus.” Celeste straightens, rubbing it between her fingers, her expression darkening. “Silver refined dust. Oh… We have a serious problem” I swallow hard. “Don’t we already?”

Was she still dancing at home? “Hi, Sin,” a regular customer greeted me. He sat on the empty seat next to me. “Hi, Dust,” I replied. “I heard you got a new dancer.” Dustin glanced at the stage. “Is she performing tonight?” he asked curiously. “Are you tired of your women? Why did you come back after releasing one of my dancers?” I watched him intently. Dustin Simmons was the country's top tech entrepreneur. He was married, and the media reported positive things about him and his household. Only me and a few people in my club knew the truth.

He turned to the pulsating glowing dust particles. He thought it was kind of silly having to let a magic fairy dust guide him to his mate. “Okay, magic fairyish dust thingy, lead the way!” Following the sparkling trail of dust, Denzel found himself standing in front of a house. The soft glow emanating from the particles intensified, illuminating the path to the doorstep. Denzel exchanged a puzzled glance with the glowing dust. "This is it, huh?" The particles, now swirling with vibrant energy, seemed to dance with excitement before suddenly dispersing into a gentle cascade of sparkling lights, disappearing into the morning air.

Dustin turned back to Striker. “ I am not yours. ” I groaned. “ Of course. You are mine. For now. ” Striker shot me a side glance, amusement shining in his eyes. “ I am not yours either. ” I frowned. Striker’s amusement turned into sulking and a narrowed eye glare. Dustin sighed, looking at the floor before he was walking away without saying anything else. When he was close to the corner, about to take the turn, he paused and faced us again. My heartbeat quickened when our gazes met.

Hours later, two figures appeared from the forest, looking around furtively. It was Orion and another unknown man. While the man made sure there was no creature in sight, Orion crouched and surveyed the grass, searching for something. His eyes lit up when he found what he was looking for. Blue colored dust lined the blades of grasses. The blue dust only appeared after the mist disappeared, and it meant only one thing. "The blue dust is here," he said to his companion. "Jade and Kalista made it to the Village of the Mist"

Dust puffed into the air. I fell.

He had dirty blonde hair that faded into brown and grey eyes. He was putting on a blue dress shirt, and just like mine, the first few buttons were undone, showcasing his toned chest. He must work out a lot. He probably wouldn't have been so bad if he didn't lust after minors. "We all had plans to come to this club after school," I continued explaining, hoping to catch his interest with my fake story. "But when it was time, they suddenly had one thing or the other to do. I didn't even get to change into the pretty dress I brought with me."