Hooky Dorian Novels & Stories

And there he was, grinning like a dope. "Reiny Reinsdorf, will you marry me?" Cue the coworkers going wild. "Say yes! Say yes!" My blood boiled. After days of stalking and drama, how the hell did he think this would work? His eyes lit up, like he actually believed this would be a fairytale ending. "You seriously think a knockoff wedding's gonna fix this?" I snapped. Slapped him, hard. Right there in front of everyone. Silence. Just the music still playing.

The cook blinks but nods. Dorian shrugs. "I won't be leaving my room for a while." He smiles knowingly. "I'll send more soda up later, as well." "Thank you." Then Dorian heads back upstairs. A fox returning to his den, ready to spend the night solving the most dangerous puzzle he had ever encountered. Troy Summers.

One day, while playing, I spotted a glitch. There was always an NPC. He kept getting crushed by falling rocks again and again. Never dodged. If a player pulled him away, he'd walk right back. If anyone talked to him, he'd just repeat, flat, "I... love you." I closed the laptop. Outside the skyscraper windows, the sun rose. I smiled. I'm never going back. Tomorrow's mine.

Dorian frowned, his expression unreadable. “Fine,” he said after a pause. “Just wait for a moment.” Before anyone could question him, he disappeared, only to return after a brief break. Unease crept up my spine as I saw him carrying unconscious Carlos. My heart leapt straight to my throat. Dorian stood before Scarlett and wrapped his extended claws around Carlos’s fragile neck, his voice cold and deadly. “Confess your crimes if you want your son to live.” “No!” My heart leapt to my throat.

hat wasn't particularly difficult, was it? I raise my eye to meet his. And I smile at him first, in years not too recent. since I'll win. Dorian completely ignores what he’s just done as he slants back in his chair. Then, though—his phone buzzes. He looks down at the screen. His facial becomes stiff. I see him reading the message; his jaw closes and his whole manner changes. Veins straying across his skin, his phone hold becomes lethal. Then he raises his eyes slowly to me. He develops a spooky smile on his lips. "Smart move, sweetheart," he says, his voice tinged with something evil. Ice rushes my veins. He absolutely knows.

Why go for a jog in this remote part of the woods? Thought Dorian to himself. Only catching a glimpse of her for a moment, he saw that she was strong, toned, and a similar age to himself. Dorian knew that he needed to ask for help, and it was either that or go back up to the road and put his thumb in the air. He didn’t fancy his chances hitchhiking, so running after this stranger seemed like a better option.

My fists clench and I lunge at him. I don’t even see him move. His arms slam into me, a strike that steals the air from my lungs. My momentum dies instantly. In the same breath, he hooks my elbow, twists, and pivots. I hit the dirt with a sharp oof, the impact knocking the breath clean out of me. “You are too predictable,” he says calmly above me. I cough, scrambling onto my elbows. He glares at Dorian. “What the hell have you been doing? Her core is weak.”

“What about me?” “You’re glowing, Antler.” Dorian’s gaze shifted, tracking the unusual ease in Antler’s posture. “Did you finally get that stick out of your ass, or did you learn how to preen for that little bird of yours. What was her name- Ah, Rose.” He narrowed his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. He looked away, staring intently at his whiskey, clearing this throat awkwardly, unsure how to tackle such… ‘things’. “I.. uh.. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“What the actual fuckkkkkk!” Dorian screamed, clearing the whole desk with a swipe of his hand in anger. He stormed through his penthouse. Two of his men were found dead by the road in Los Angeles, and the third one was missing. The lady they claimed to have found was gone. Who the actual fuck is Lyra? Had she turned from a sweet girl into a killer? His blood was boiling. She had escaped him multiple times. Brown kept his distance but brought his phone forward.