Mr Darcy Novels & Stories

They close and open at the right. 'Really? Thanks? You would've enjoyed it anyways' my subconscious mocked at me. But I quickly got out. 1 hour journey? But this mansion was worth it. It was soooo pretty. So huge! Daniel's mother was obviously being sweet. I didn’t bother looking at Daniel. Darcy introduced me to her husband. He looked just like Daniel. Even from outside. That scary... intimidating look. But I soon got to know that he's a sweetheart from inside. Darcy pulled me out to have a small talk and that "get to know each other" thing.

Old memories he wasn’t ready to face. He concealed his emerging feelings and eyed the maid next to her. For a moment, his eyes remained on that particular maid. Not only because everyone except her had presented themselves impeccably, but also because of the huge eye bags he spied sitting on her face as she nodded his way once in greeting. Mrs Patterson hissed beside him, no doubt also sporting the odd one out of her otherwise perfect staff. However, being the professional she was, she attempted to play it off.

As Darcy returned home she was walking very fast because of which she was breathing very very fast. It's been a long time since she had an exercise. She felt bitter and sore for a lot many reasons. She was still thinking about the way Shelley had explained about the new owner who had bought her grandfather's house. And was astonished. Indeed, she had never met him because his assistant and her lawyer had managed all the dealings. But could it be that he was the one who came to buy her company? But why hadn't he told her straight away that it was him? Why did he hide his identity?

I ask Darcy looking up at her, though I'm still annoyed with her for crushing on Michael I gotta give it to her, she's a good manager. “We will wait for your dress,” She said. I need to be through with this fast, I want to see my family today. I've missed them so much. “ It will arrive anytime soon" Darcy continues just as we heard a knock on the door. Darcy went to open the door and a man walks in holding various colors of expensive gowns that I could never imagine wearing in my life. “Nice to meet you, mademoiselle Miller, I'm Bodience your designer,” He said as he pecks me on the cheek. His French accent made me remember Austin, it's been a long since we've talked.

But eventually, he would always break down in tears. "Zora, I was wrong. If you could just look at me one last time…" he choked. "Or should I come find you?" Just like that, he drove a silver dagger deep into his chest. The pain was excruciating, but he held it in and reached out to stroke my face. "Zora, can you wait for me?" "I'm sorry… I won't wait for you," I thought. "And if there's a next life, I never want to see you again."

He told me his name was Oliver Hunt, and he was Alexander’s brother. And the lady that went inside was her girlfriend named Darcy. When I heard, she was his girlfriend. I felt strange. It’s like someone was there to snatch Mr. Right from me. Although we had never had such a conversation, nor did I share my feelings with anyone regarding our kiss. But whenever he smiled, my heart skipped a beat, and how his behavior changed towards me made me think good about him. My Mr. Right has a face again of Alexander Hunt. And except for me, I didn’t share these feelings with anyone. I was in my cocoon where he was a perfect man. Watching Darcy enter his room upsets me, but as I mentioned, I had to stop

Iris was the first to stop talking and greet this fellow individual, but her words made me turn my head too quickly that it made a noise. "Oh, Alec dearest, this is Nevaeh, she is Mason Miller's younger daughter and isn't she just a catch," she said whilst beaming at me and still holding onto my hand on her knees. The mysterious man was non-other than the individual who I thought was handsome whilst looking around for a dance partner. This did indeed surprise me and what was interesting was that he was just staring me and without giving a second glace to his mother. Feeling the tension, I stood up and held my hands out for a handshake when suddenly, he -

Angeline felt incapable of loving someone again. Her heart harbored only deep-seated hatred. "Hatred, huh?" A voice echoed from the doorway. Angeline turned her head. She saw an elderly gentleman standing at the door. He was about Robert's age. His eyes sparkled with kindness. He held a tray with a pot of chamomile tea. She recognized him. He seemed to be the Lawson family's retired butler. She recalled Sean's assistant, Taylor, had mentioned that Paul Danvers, the retired butler, had been managing a farm for Robert on the outskirts of Krontos for many years.

Growling, I slapped his hand away. He only raised an eyebrow in amusement, “Oh?” “You…” Hissing, I pushed him away from me, wiping the tears. Realizing that he was an irrecoverable man and this marriage was pointless because- “You are the worst person I have ever met in my entire life, Mister Dariel Cannedy.” And he licked his lips seductively, chuckling, almost proud to hear that. “Good.” Lost in disbelief, my steps retreated, dying to be as far as possible from this man for the rest of the party.

That must have been what it was. Shrugging it off, I plop down on the bed and open my book to the last page I left off. Mr. Darcy just offended Elizabeth at the dance but her wit is lethal and she tells him off before leaving with her family. She does it with such grace and every time I get to this part, she's my hero all over again. As I continue to read, I suddenly realize my room is getting cold so I push the window all the way down and pull the curtains together. Again, no one's there. It really must have been my mind playing tricks on me; it is late and I might have a slight beer buzz.