Seventeen #darling Novels & Stories

CW: Graphic depictions of physical and sexual violence. Reader discretion is advised. RPOV January 9th, 1686 Today is the day where my precious dreams will come true. I am going to spend a magical evening with Cesarevich Dimitri, the dearest love of my life. We will dine and wine and dance the night away, with the stars and moon as our most ethereal spectators.

"And why is she filming?" Darnel appears out of the crowd, grinning. "She helped plan the whole thing. You know she's got like a million followers, right? Girl's basically royalty online." I stare at Zara. Since when? --- We take photos. Someone puts music on. Avriel wheels out a cake with too many candles, and everyone starts singing, wrong words and worse harmony, nobody caring how bad it sounds. I don't even know half the people packed into this room. "Make a wish." Nathan says.

The company was preparing to host a major client from Qamaria. So, I pulled three straight all-nighters to put together a flawless reception plan. Unfortunately, I made a critical mistake in the middle of all that work. I completely forgot about the Qamarians' restrictions regarding the consumption of pork. By the time I realized my blunder, the menu featuring roast suckling pig had already been submitted to the catering department and could no longer be recalled. I slumped at my desk, my back drenched in cold sweat. If the client took offense, not only would the $300 million contract fall through, but I'd likely also be blacklisted by the entire industry. Just as I despaired and opened

This time, it landed on Brenda again for a dare. A sophomore girl laughed, trying to break the ice. "Okay, Brenda! I dare you to make out with a boy of your choice in this circle right now!" The crowd immediately started chanting, "Make out! Make out!" Brenda smirked, her confidence returning. She scanned the circle, and her eyes locked onto Richard sitting on a bean bag away from us, looking good and completely detached from the game. Brenda stood up, walking confidently over to him. The crowd went wild, enjoying the cheer. I smiled at her.

Daphne pointed out the way to the study and Renee sauntered off. Daphne walked back into the kitchen and brewed an extra cup for Renee. Just as Daphne finished brewing and was about to pour the coffee into a cup,Renee walked in and leaned against the doorframe. Daphne glanced at her and looked away. “I saw the Darling sunshine.”Renee began.”You know I had wanted that as my birthday gift when I was 21.” Daphne caught the underlying message in Renee’s words.She was insinuating that Daphne possessed something she didn’t want anymore.

Shane thought long and hard. "Ah, there's the name Flamingo Elf, could it be her?" Forgetting that he hadn't eaten, even though his mommy had brought him lunch, Shane tried his luck again. This time, the person who answered seemed to be a celebrity. She accused Shane of getting her number from the media and made other bizarre accusations. He immediately disconnected the call because he was sure Miss Purple could not be an artist. If she were, she would not hide behind her mask but show everyone how hot she looks at rare moments like a masquerade party. Yes, Shane was sure she wasn't.

Like Darling, Mrs Sy had short dark hair but unlike Darling who just recently curled hers, Mrs Sy's hair was straight and shiny. She and Darling had a good resemblance too and that's how you would easily know they were mother and daughter. Darling went red in her cheeks from embarrassment as she was still trying to get used to these types of things, she forced a smile and said in a low voice, "Can I see you outside? I'd like to have a word with you." Darling could already feel the gazes of people on her. Mrs Sy smiled and responded, "Sure, you can-"

Said Scarllet but Hazel nodded her head and rolled her Hazel eyes “I mean bitches , you beautiful and powerful she-werewolves!” Said Hazel , keeping the baby back in the cradle while she played and hummed to the song ‘Beat friend’ by Saweetie. Scarlett's hands were already busy on her phone. “We will need male a stripper for the bridal shower!”

She asked as she looked at him, slightly puzzled. “Yes and no,” he said as he ran his fingers through her hair and spread it out on the pillow behind her. “We are still human, just different from most humans. However, we are the same as well. I know it is hard to distinguish the hows and whys of that statement, but I know you know that already. Our kind is rare. Very rare. I have done a lot of research on the fact they mostly end up with total humans, and as far as I found, you and I may be the first pair of star dust children who ended up together. We will be on our own timetable. Our human side has its higher needs that have to be met, but so does our star dust side. I did notice that star

'JENNIE, I LOVE YOU' Jennie went completely still. Tears blurred her vision. Daryl stepped up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. Resting his chin on her shoulder, he asked softly, “Do you like it?” Jennie said nothing. The Jennie she used to be would have loved it. The Jennie she was now could only see the bitter irony. Daryl pointed toward the sky again. “Look.” The drones shifted formation. 'HAPPY 3RD ANNIVERSARY' Daryl folded both hands over Jennie’s stomach.