Hooky Dorian Novels & Stories

I smile in sadness , Why ? I heard the club door open and I turned the phone off keeping it back on the table . I looked back at the cabin door which opened to see Ruth , He seemed shocked but relaxed too . His expression was weird . He grabbed Aaron's phone and gave a sigh . " He forgot " I nodded looking away . He turned around about to walk away when he spoke , " I assume you must have realised something by now , you better take the chance before it goes away for ever " God no .

Dorian did not answer because he was looking at me while I frantically tried calling my father again with shaking hands, and the phone just kept ringing and ringing without connecting to anything. "Madam, please, who do you want to see?" the receptionist asked me directly when Dorian remained silent. "Jason Hunt," I replied without thinking, and the name came out automatically like muscle memory. She typed something into her monitor and then looked back at me with a professional expression. "Who are you to him?" she asked as her fingers hovered over the keyboard. "His wife," I said impulsively. Dorian's head snapped toward me so fast I heard his neck crack and his eyes widened in complete sh

“Why?” “Because I need to G****e my “husband” before he finishes my almond milk.” Back in the living room, Dorian was sitting on the edge of the couch, scrolling through his phone with the energy of someone who had nothing to hide. I didn’t sit. I just stood near the hallway, arms crossed like a defense line he hadn’t asked for. “What exactly do you do for a living?” I asked. He glanced up. “I’m in acquisitions.” That told me nothing. “Like… um…real estate?”

I set Dorian's clothes on the table, reached out for the iron and plugged it. I turned back to see Dorian hooked to the ground. A smile played across my lips before I closed the gap between us. I placed my right hand on his shoulder saying, “When’s the last time someone made you moan, Dorian? Because I swear, your balls are about to file for abandonment.” “I'm… I'm not sex starved.” He stammered, his voice low, as if he was hiding a thousand secrets.

Viviane stood up and nodded at Barbara before leaving. ~~~~~~ Dorian’s punches on the punching bag landed precisely and harshly. What was he thinking? Giving in to his lust like that? ‘But she reciprocated,’ Kai argued in his mind. That made Dorian land a rather severe punch in the unsuspecting bag. His heart was thrumming and although he wanted to control himself until she was comfortable, one kiss had ruined it all. His lust-hazed brain was, however, slowly clearing and he wanted to be presentable and sporting any hard-on when he went back to his penthouse.

His black hair framed an oval face and a square jaw, while his eyes were grey, hooded and smoldering. I had never seen a man with such arresting features before. And his eyes, they were so beautiful. The man I stared at was hot, make that drop dead hot, by any standards. Pity he had to die. I looked up to see leather guy quirking a brow at me. "There a problem?" I shrugged. "Just wondering when you want him gone." "Tomorrow!" He arched a brow, as if daring me to refuse. I tried not to look surprised but I couldn't not. That was almost impossible.

Those of them who had scolded and insulted Spencer just a few minutes ago kept retreating back into the crowd, trying to make themselves look as inconspicuous as possible. Dorian, seizing the opportunity while everyone was distracted, grabbed his coat and tried to make a run for it. "Trying to escape?" Malcolm whipped around, his eyes ablaze with fury as he roared, "Troops, get him!" A soldier immediately blocked Dorian's way to the exit, then gave him a hard kick in his chest that knocked him to the ground. The next moment, Dorian felt the cold metal of a gun barrel pressed against his chin. His entire body began to shake like a leaf, and he fell to his knees, pleading fearfully, "Please fo

My fingers had barely unlocked the screen when Dorian’s voice cut through the quiet morning air. “Don’t bother trying to read the highlights of the news,” he said from the doorway, his tone casual but something in his expression told me there was more to it. I looked up at him, my curiosity immediately piqued. “Why not?” He walked into the room, already dressed impeccably in a dark suit that made his eyes look even more striking than usual. “Just trust me on this one.” But of course, telling me not to do something was the surest way to make me want to do it even more. The moment Dorian sat down across from me with his own coffee, I pulled up the news app on my phone and started scrolling thr

she tearfully whispered. Lily Rose closed her eyes, as she tightly hugged her pillow. ================================ Dorian's currently watching a documentary program while enjoying his beer. He almost spit on his beer when he heard someone opening the door. He curiously frowned when he saw his friend, Astley, entering his condo as if he owns the place. "Hey, man!" Astley smilingly greeted him. Dorian glanced at the wall clock. It's already 1 am. "What the hell are you doing here at this hour?" he asked him.

Dorian said as he glared back at Christian. Christian decided not to pay any attention to Dorian and seeing that, Dorian answered his question. "I'm going to the club to hang out with my ex-girlfriend," Dorian said. This made Christian stop and turn to look at Dorian. "Her again," He asked and rolled his eyes, "I thought you were done with her" Dorian laughed and said "I am done with her but looks like she isn't done with me and who am I to say no." "You're impossible, Dorian".