Pride And Prejudice And Zombies Darcy の小説・ストーリー

CHAPTER 7: DON'T BE IMPULSIVE ZARA: When Darius pulled me back into his room, claiming he needed to investigate me, my first reaction was pure, unadulterated panic. Darius Stormfang wasn't someone you could just trifle with; he was the most dangerous, powerful man in the North American werewolf hierarchy. He was the law. But then, a cold, calculated idea struck me.

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

Snow’s POV. It’s been weeks now and everything seem like we were now living in an entirely different world. {Or should I go about all over again introducing myself to you} I am Snow Darcy and ever since Jace Steele had rejected me for Hazel Hozier, may her beautiful soul rest in peace, I had given up on Jace and even after her burial ceremony I didn’t even give a single fxck to the man who almost ruined my life. I have been trying not to actually get sway away. I had accepted my life but then Hans Hobbs wouldn’t still let me be.

If you’re not out in ten minutes, I’m dragging you out in your pajamas. Right. First day of sophomore year. The one day of the year you’re supposed to look alive, not like you’ve been auditioning for a zombie film. I looked down at my ratty sweatpants and decided I had, in fact, nailed the zombie look. All that’s missing is death but maybe that already happened under the blood moon. ~oo~ Darcy’s voice hit me the moment I stepped out. “Aves, you look—” She paused, eyes narrowing. “Pale. You’ve lost weight. And not in the cute summer-girl way.”

It wasn't offensive or defensive kind. It took them thirty minutes to finally arrived at the area that Dior chose. It was a residential area of T City, the zombies are very concentrated there, and when Dior came, they respectfully made way for the two of them. It looked like some kind of fantasy drama, making Farrah feel amused and perplexed at the same time. The power her husbands hold in both human and zombies lives is always something to fear. She's really a one lucky b*tch to have attracted Dior's eyes before and even had his child.

Ann asks, and I smile. She is beautiful and smart. Mariah and her will get along perfectly if she ever moves into the mansion with us. "First, you are opposites. She looks nothing like you and acts nothing like you. A little bit about her, her name is Darcy. She used to work for the shifter council and she is a trained combat specialist. She was born to a human father and a wolf-shifter mother. They weren't mates. When her mother met her mate she left her human husband and abandoned her daughter. Darcy is half black. She has dark brown almost black eyes and very curly hair. She is muscular, but not manly... She is gorgeous... She is also selfish. What happened with her parent's relationship

Today the Elders from the werewolf council had requested to meet Darcy and I. I went to my room to get my jacket from the closet, when I entered I was shocked to see Darcy in the closet, she was trying to zip her dress, I think she is getting ready for the meeting, it was a beautiful red dress, before I could stop myself I walked to her wanting to help her and she turned to look at me surprised. She wanted to go out and take Lavi's help instead of letting me help, there were wolves outside who could have seen her running around in a dress with open zip and the thought of someone looking at what's mine is something that angered me, she didn't want to listen to me and we had an argument like e

Felix said, inhaling the scent of blood deeply and closing his eyes in ecstasy. Darcy then pushed through the crowd impatiently. She couldn't maintain her human form any longer, as half of her face was covered in gray wolf fur. Her mouth had begun bulging forward as her fangs protruded from her mouth in an utterly hideous manner. She was shaking in excitement as she crawled onto the dining table on all fours like a dog. "I want the first taste of the blood from her heart! Her heart is mine! I'm going to eat it!" she growled ferociously at me, spittle spraying in my face.

Nothing in this world would ever make me feel better, nothing. One day, while cleaning up my daughter’s room, I found my old dairy. I had left the first one in the castle, and here the second one was with me now. Mariana was right, it’s pages never withered and it was still as fresh as ever, even after so many years. I remembered how I wrote my story in it starting from the time I became a vampire and the times I spent with John, one would have thought that things would end well between us, but look at us now.

I selected a large floral tapestry overstuffed chair that was positioned next to the floor to ceiling window and settled in for a good read. I was about to start the third chapter of Pride and Prejudice when Sara burst into the room. I looked around nervously. This vampire may have been my adopted mother when I was young, but it was clear I meant nothing to her now. I wondered if she was a vegetarian like Jack or if I needed to worry about my safety. Without even realizing it, my hand flew protectively to my throat. “You’re still here?” she moaned. “Why do you hate me so?” I demanded as I stood up to display my full height.