Novel & Cerita Hooky Dorian

He just started dodging Alex's obvious punches and kicks. This went on for a while and the remaining pack members left what they were doing and they started cheering them on. Damien suddenly used his left leg to fall Alex down. Alex smiled, he was really enjoying it. Damien was so smiling now too. He started moving closer to him and before he went to stand over him, he gave him a big kick at his lower back and Alex shouted in excitement. Damien went to stand over Alex and just when he raised his hand to punch Alex, something distracted him. Elle.

I approached him with my request, surprising even myself when he agreed to help me. Together, we devised a plan to bring down Dorian. Roman set him up, creating a façade that made it appear as though Dorian was conspiring with rogues against his own pack. It was the perfect excuse for me to strike. When the time came, I took his life, despite his desperate pleas and the fleeting moment of sympathy I felt.

Farrah felt tickled so she burst out laughing. Ysa who's walking by saw this and felt so annoyed she huffed angrily, stomping on her feet. “Tsk!” Farrah laughed louder and felt triumphant. Farrah = 1, Ysa = -0. All her expressions fell on Dior's observant eyes. Dior looked at her with complicated emotions. Contrary to what Farrah was thinking, Dior can actually understand a lot of things at this moment. He understood that he had became a zombie, and Farrah sought him out in T City. He also remembered all the things that happened back in T City.

Even he had to stay away from trouble and recuperate. The night sky was clear like water, and there was a bright moon hanging in the sky. The moonlight left mottled spots on the ground through the dense leaves. Dorian suddenly opened his closed eyes and asked coldly, "Who is it?" "Hehe, as expected, Dorian, number one in heavenly leaderboard, is extraordinary indeed." A hoarse voice sounded, but it was nowhere to be found. "No more hiding." Dorian sneered. At this time, a figure appeared in front of Dorian . He was wrapped in black and only his eyes were exposed.

The customer before me smirked, making my stomach turn. “No. I don’t.” I turned away coldly, holding the tray to my chest. “What’s your name first?” He held my wrist back. The forced gentleness in his tone made me cringe. I eyed him straight. I knew he wouldn’t let me go if I didn't give him my name. So I heaved a deep sigh and spoke. “Euphoria.” “Euphoria?” Rose, one of the strippers gaped as soon as I uttered my name.

Never this stormy. I open my mouth to speak, but the boys at the table next to us choose that exact moment to burst into another round of giggles, louder this time. Dorian doesn’t even flinch. He doesn’t glance at them. He doesn’t glance at anything. His eyes stay locked on me like I’m the only thing in the room. “Um… hi?” My voice comes out awkward, small. My fingers curl on the table. “You… okay?” He doesn’t answer.

The day after the wedding, we were going on our honeymoon when Heidi showed up with their usual clique, urging Larry to go shark diving with them near a desert island. I tried to stop them to no avail and was dragged along to a deserted island. And before going into the water, Heidi changed tampons in front of everyone. Blood is known to send sharks into a frenzy, and I tried to tell her to stay on the boat. Instead of listening, Heidi called me out for being paranoid in front of everyone, and everyone promptly agreed, saying that I was making a fuss out of nothing and making Heidi look bad. I expected Larry to stop her, only for him to snort at me. "You're just trying to make yourself look

“You call me Mr. Rourke. You call Maddox, sir. You call Elio, sir. You answer on the first word. You do not lie. You do not hide. You do not pretend.” Elio’s voice warmed like velvet. “And you do not forget to feel.” Maddox’s hand left her chin. The space it vacated felt cold. “Tonight is not for pain,” Dorian said. “Tonight is for placement.” He nodded once, and Elio stepped behind her. His breath touched the shell of her ear. “Walk,” he said softly.

"Bring him in." The heavy doors creaked open, and a tall figure stepped inside. He moved with the quiet confidence of someone used to being watched, his piercing dark eyes scanning the room before settling on Kaelan. "My name is Dorian," he introduced himself. "I come in peace, seeking truth, not conflict." Kaelan studied him, his instincts sharpening. Something about Dorian felt... calculated. Not threatening, but measured. He wasn’t just here to share knowledge—he was here to observe.

“I will let you off the hook—for now okay.” She watched as he got out of bed, his movements fluid and unhurried. He stretched, his muscles rippling under the morning light that streamed through the curtains. Irwin couldn’t help but admire him, her gaze lingering on the strong lines of his back and shoulders. “I thought you would be gone by now,” she admitted, her voice softer now. Dorian turned to her, his expression unreadable for a moment before it softened. “Not today,” he said simply. He leaned down, cupping her cheek as his thumb brushed against her skin. “I wanted to stay. With you.”