Precious Doe Novels & Stories

His blood red eyes watched the moon as the priestess went around the circle, sprinkling something and chanting incantations. "Are you ready, alpha?" Zane nodded, then moved his eyes away from the moon. The priestess nodded, then pushed her staff into the ground, so it stood firm. She then brought a knife, then extended her hand to Zane, while she stood outside the ring of fire. He gave her his palm, and she quickly slit it open, just as the moon popped behind the cloud, as if to bless the occasion. The place became awash with light, and the priestess chanted hard, Zane's blood flowing down to the fire.

A huge man crying over a girl. Why did I have to have sex with her at that club? Why did I come with her in the first place? Why did I have to protect her? Why do I care? Why did I love her so much that I had to get jealous of Max? There was never an answer to all those whys. She's just too precious, that's what it is.

Hayley asked with a sigh. “Black doves right here,” I say pointing to my collar bone. “Sounds painful, and also why black doves?” Jason asked curiously. “Because doves are symbolism for purity and innocence, my innocence has been taken away from me,” I explained truthfully. “Damn, that's deep,” Jason says nodding in agreement. “Don’t encourage her,” Hayley says, smacking Jason’s shoulder. “Why not seem like she has it all planned out,” He says, giving me a small smile.

I said, nodding toward the box. She did, fingers trembling. Inside was a ring that wasn’t traditional, because neither was she. A gold band carved with tiny filigree paw prints, each one set with a faint glint of fire opal, catching light like living flame. At its center was a marquise-cut citrine that shimmered warm and wild, like sunlight through smoke. “Oh, meu Deus,” she whispered, voice breaking. “It’s… it’s perfect.” “I figured,” I said, smiling a little. “You’re the fire, I’m the idiot who keeps running toward it.”

The crib stood in the far corner, carved with the Blackmist wolf sigil, its wood darkened with age. She moved toward it, slow, reverent. Ran a hand along the edge. Her mother had rocked her here. Once. Before titles. Before politics. Before she was a pawn on someone else’s board. She stared down at the empty cradle and thought of the life blooming in her belly. So small. So invisible. But hers. She bent forward, pressed her lips to the carved wood. And whispered, “You will never be used the way I was.” A promise.

I murmured as she brought out the dress. It looked beautiful though, elegant. I sat at the edge of the bed, staring at the silk fabric stretched across it like it was some kind of noose. The dress was beautiful, of course it was. But I'm sure I had more expensive things in my personal wardrobe. Midnight black, a beautiful curvy neckline, delicate embroidery that shimmered when the light hit it just right. Marko had taste. I’d give him that. "May I?" The maid asked, holding out a pair of diamond earrings like she was offering a crown to a queen.

Theodore twirled his fingers, adorned with colorful diamonds, his eyes shimmering with determination. The allure of that woman to him was irresistible. He absolutely couldn't bear to let someone else have her! - Fiona struggled to contain her excitement, and declared decisively, "The Dancing Dove Regalia has been sold for a final price of four billion and one dollars!" Four billion for the Dancing Dove Regalia! She was curious to know what kind of woman deserved such a wedding attire. Meanwhile, Byron was sweating profusely. "Mr. Lester, I don't mean to blame you. But offending two influential figures from the Crimson Robe Society simultaneously... We’re in unprecedented danger!"

She blushed scarlet, making me magically stand on my feet and walk towards her end of our long dinner table. “That’s not how I saw it,” I began. “I saw a beautiful woman, perfect even. But how you handled your fear and trauma brought about by the whole situation, showed that you’re not as delicate as I originally thought and expected you to be. Amongst all kinds of flowers, it’s the Rose that came to mind.” “Soft, beautiful and perfect petals but very strong thorns,” she mused as she looked up at me in awe. “Yes,” I looked down at her and offered my hand. Which she took and used it for support as she stood too.

Bai Zhen looked at Da D,wei with her wet eyes and was touched. "Da D,wei…?" "Yes baby! You are mine and I'm yours!" And he hugged her even more. "Da D,wei? How can you say that after waiting for you all these years and after giving my body to you!!" Dong Yue raised her voice at him. They were all stunned by the revelation. Da Genji could not believe they had gone that far. Da D,wei looked at her disgustingly and said. "How shameless are you to say such boldly outside!"

It had been a dry year, even by the standards of Lonesome Dove, and the spring was just springing enough to make a nice mud puddle. The pigs spent half their time rooting around the springhouse, hoping to get into the mud, but so far none of the holes in the adobe was big enough to admit a pig. The damp burlap the jug was wrapped in naturally appealed to the centipedes, so Augustus made sure none had sneaked under the wrapping before he uncorked the jug and took a modest swig. The one white barber in Lonesome Dove, a