Hooky Dorian Novels & Stories

I didn't know how to respond. At some point, the room grew warmer. Flynn's large hand gently traced the curve of my slender waist, sending a shiver down my spine. It was clear that it would be a sleepless night. Three days later, as I boarded the plane for our honeymoon, I saw the news from the second day of our marriage. In addition to the news about the Harris and Turner family merger, in a small corner of the paper, there was a report about Heath. He was spotted speeding in the custom suit he had ordered for our wedding, and was chased by paparazzi, eventually causing a chain collision.

I knew that Dorian was mine, and I trusted him completely. As I waited for him to return, I couldn't help but think about the new knowledge I had recently acquired about hunters. I had spent hours researching them, and their tactics, the reason why wolves, vampires and hunters are in dispute was still unknown to me. I hoped that Dorian would be interested in hearing about what I had learned and the questions I planned to ask him. Finally, Dorian emerged from behind the tree, fully dressed once again. I stood up to meet him, but before I could say anything, he cut me off.

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

He was rubbing my arm as I put my head on his shoulder. I laughed at the awkward pickup line but went silent immediately as they started to undressed. He did look very different, he was leaner and dyed his hair at a lighter shade. But it suits him, he looked young and very handsome. "Oh, my young Alex is very handsome." "So you're fine with me doing porn for a living before?" He asked me seriously.

His eyes were the color of honey and his smile was the kind that made you forget what you were about to say. “Thanks.” I grabbed my drink and took a sip. “I peaked early. It’s all downhill from here.” He laughed and the sound was warm. “I doubt that.” He leaned against the bar, angling his body toward mine. “I’m Dorian.” “Theo.” “Theo.” He said it slowly, like he was committing it to memory. “Can I buy you another drink?” I lifted my full glass. “Already covered.” “Then can I keep you company while you finish that one?”

But that didn't make it any less captivating. Also, slightly terrifying. Because this man was enormous. He looked like he could squash her with one of his pinky fingers and not even break into a sweat. She stumbled back a step, then let out a wince as pain shot through her back. “You all right?” he asked. “Hunky-dory.” Hunky-dory? Really? Could she be any more of a dork? She studied him. This had to be Saber. And he really suited his name. Because there didn’t look to be an inch of him that wasn’t hard.

--- The next morning, Dorian shows up like he always does—annoyed but loyal. He pushes the door open without knocking. His boots thud across the floor as he tosses a brown paper bag on the table. “Stew,” he says. “Don’t get excited, I didn’t make it. I'm not suicidal.” I manage a weak chuckle. “Bless you.” He walks over, arms crossed, eyes scanning me from head to toe. “You look like shit.” “I feel like shit,” I reply, forcing a shaky breath. “Still on the teas?” he asks.

"Give Lily the ticket now." I scratched my ear, ignoring him. My phone chimed, and I grinned, "You're such a hero. Why don't you transfer your ticket to her?" He froze, unable to refuse under her hopeful gaze. I nodded at his phone. He checked it and screamed, "What the hell? Why did you cancel my ticket?"

He decorated the beach to make it look like a garden because I told him I loved flowers. At the time, he used tiny flowers that made the beach look like it was dotted with stars. That was because I'd once told him I didn't like large, bold flowers. I didn't like roses either. The old him seared all of my likes and dislikes to memory, but the current him had long forgotten about everything. "I'm here to apologize, Elaine. I was just too clueless in the past. Only now do I realize you've always been the one I love!

he said, voice low and dangerous, “that Nightshade didn’t just survive the last war - we came out stronger. They think I’ve softened because I’ve bonded. I want them close when they realize that bond made me more dangerous.” I swallowed, not out of fear - but something darker. Something warmer. Something hungry. He was terrifying like this. Focused. Calculating. But it was also… seductive. This was the Dorian no one saw unless he let them. And I liked him this way. “And if they try something?” I asked. Dorian’s mouth curved. “They’ll get one chance. No more.” He moved to the stack of invitations, pulling one aside. The wax seal was already prepared, the parchment heavier than the others. Sh