Pride And Prejudice And Zombies Darcy Novels & Stories

"And you're standing in my way." Piper laughed hysterically, her eyes flashing a bright, predatory yellow as her claws fully extended from her fingertips. "In your way?! This is The Gilded Crown! My father is inside signing a treaty with the Black Sun Council, and you're nothing but a discarded human who got thrown out into the mud! You don't belong here!" Darcy took one slow step forward. She didn't shift. She didn't display a single trace of an active wolf scent. Yet, as her heavy boot struck the floor, an invisible, crushing weight slammed into the air around them.

“And for your information, I might be middle-aged, but I’m still a catch.” “What about Dad? He—” “Your father is dead, Liz! He’s been gone for years.” “He was killed by a vampire! And now you want to marry one?!” “God! Enough, Liz. Please.” She clearly had no intention of listening. Without another word, she stormed upstairs and shut her door. That night, I tried digging deeper into Damien’s background again—but came up with just as little as before. The man was practically a ghost. And what was available felt too… perfectly crafted. This wasn’t paranoia. Something was up.

I held her hand and begged. Zara's POV I was standing in an empty and dark room. I was scared for I couldn't see anything. There were no windows. "Hello Zara," a voice that sent shivers down my spine said. "What am I doing here? Where am I? How did I get here?" I asked, trying not to show the fear. "I just wanted to talk. Maybe become friends. We are of the same breed, no?" he was a vampire. I could smell it.

Also, it was proof of his happiness. “An evil man,” Elsa grumbled, lifting the hem of a gown, and followed Gabriel. They didn’t notice that two blazing red eyes were following them. She saw everything they had done, their giggling, and their interaction, and it was scorching her skin. “Alright. I admire you. I have never thought that you’d reach Gabriel’s bed. Well, I have nothing left to care about, so I will not give you to get that pleasure which was mine,” Carolina muttered while her eyes welled up in tears, but the viciousness gave you a chill. She changed into a totally different character. Although she was a vampire, she wasn’t reckless and knew how to wait for the perfect time.

The thought of it consumed her. Not to mention, of course, her journal. How could she ignore that, too? After she’d returned from the hospital, the first thing she did was re-read it. She had to know that this was real, that she wasn’t crazy. The more she read it, the more she felt certain. Here she was, holding something real. Holding something that even a scholar like Aiden couldn’t explain away. And of course, it was Aiden, a scholar, an authority figure, who had insisted that this was all true. That Scarlet would turn into a vampire.

Fear gripped me, and I placed a palm on the table to balance myself because it suddenly felt like I was too dizzy to stand straight. “We have to go to him and shove the offer in his face.” I snapped angrily, “let him know that I'm not for fucking sale! I'm not some property that he can purchase no matter how much power he thinks he has.” Vivienne tilted her head to the side and just stared at me as if I had grown two heads. As if it was I, who had grown crazy. Why wasn't she saying anything? “I'm not delusional, Dahlia” she simply said then shrugged, “I accepted the offer this morning.”

Then his sharp gaze locked onto me and a slow, knowing smirk curled his lips. “We have to go, darling.” I made a face. What a drama queen. Beside me, Thorne bristled, clearly hating every inch of this guy. I don't even blame him. Vampires were known for their arrogance, but this dude was arrogance itself. “I hate him,” he muttered. I patted his shoulder. “I know.” I turned to my sister, giving her a quick hug. She clung to me like I was heading off to war.

She caught my eye from across the plaza and offered a small, respectful nod before returning to her work. "We actually changed the world, didn't we?" I whispered, looking down at our joined hands. The golden warmth behind my ribs hummed a quiet, peaceful melody, perfectly attuned to the steady beat of my heart. "You changed it, Zara," Adrian corrected softly. He stepped closer, wrapping his other arm around my waist and pulling me back against his chest. I leaned into his strength, breathing in his familiar, comforting scent of winter air and rain. "You gave them a choice. You showed them that power doesn't belong to the people who inherit it—it belongs to the people who use it to protect ot

Elijah’s phone should be in that room, just like Elena. I wanted to take my time and wait for the others to get here, but, my girl didn’t have enough time. “Boss, what about the man? Do you want us to take him out now, or do we enjoy both of them together?” That question caused my skin to crawl. “That won’t be bad. Strip them both. After we’ve finished with everything, we’ll leave him here with the sleeping beauty.” How could Darcy say those vulgar words with such a straight face? She always presented herself as a pure and demure lady, yet, now…

She moaned softly when I squeezed her bottom. “Your room?” I repeated the interrupted question. She pointed to the door on my right. I carried her body there. After sitting her on the bed, I took off my clothes. She helped me by taking off my pants. My curiosity was answered when our bodies united. Darcy shed her tears, leaving me in disbelief. Darcy Bailey cried? It was impossible, just as impossible as my parents and brother resurrected from their graves. However, I didn't ask. I didn't pity her either. After all the crimes she had committed, satisfying my lust was only a little punishment. The three months in my contract were just a prelude. I'd prepared something else to confine her fore