Seventeen #darling Novels & Stories

One of her hand was holding Xenia, who stood there in her red dress and brunette pigtails which complimented her sweet youthful look. "Hello uncle." The little girl flashed him a charming smile, the girl truly resembled her mother in term of her demeanor, that girl would be so dangerous in the future when she has become a full grown woman, Damian could just tell. "Hello, brother, can I come in?" Scarlett greeted him cheerfully, she looked like she was in an incredible mood that day. Damian did not know why his sister suddenly paid him a visit out of nowhere, she did that sometimes in the past, several times, but still, he could never get used to it.

His hot pink sumptuous lips tensed her up even more as the slightest move could whined up in a kiss. 'Oh boy.Too close.'

[darling] Her eyes were wide like saucers as she stuttered to reply. How long was he awake? Did he notice her fingers on his tummy? "N-no... just waking you up." His laugh only got louder and all of a sudden, it was Genevieve who was under him and him above her. Their position earlier changed in an instant. "Al-Alvaro..." she whined, her hands pushing both his shoulders in an attempt to stop him and his shenanigans. He was peppering her face with kisses that caused her whole face to be a tomato. "We have to get up...!"

"I don't think we've met." I hold my hand out to the slender man when Trent doesn't move to follow Gavin. "No, I would remember such a meet," he says flirtatiously, "David Darling." He’s handsome enough with his brown hair swept back and deep brown eyes, but there’s something about him making my stomach uncomfortable as I try to figure out what he is. I get the feeling he’s not the predator here. “My sister,” he motions back to where the girl from the masquerade is standing, “Darcia and I are pleased to finally meet you.”

They exchanged a guilty glance. Darling tried to recover quickly. “We… um… cleaned the part you can see. The rest is artistically arranged chaos.” I burst into laughter. “Artistically arranged, huh?” “Yes!” Darling beamed. “We worked very hard.” Paris’s sunlight caught his curls, turning them golden. Dillion looked exactly like him—same eyes, same smile—but Darling was the more dramatic one, while Dillion carried a quiet confidence, a steadiness I admired deeply. I shook my head and sighed in mock defeat. “Fine. Shopping it is.”

Confessions about crushes, embarrassing stories, a ridiculous dare involving someone singing karaoke on the coffee table. Every time the bottle landed on Ethan, he chose truth. Safe. Boring. Survivable. Until Lila leaned forward with a wicked smile. “Ace,” she said sweetly. “Truth or dare?” “Truth.” She tapped her chin. “Who’s the most impossible person you could ever actually like?” Ethan’s pulse spiked. Every eye turned toward him. Including Noah’s. He swallowed. This was harmless. A joke answer. Something ridiculous. Something safe. But Noah was still looking at him. And suddenly the truth felt lodged somewhere behind Ethan’s ribs.

Could they really see through me? “You should d******d ALLURE,” She said, with a wink. Her phone screen lit up, and she waved it with a smile. “Everybody needs a little secret.” “What do you mean?” “Don’t play innocent now, Reese,” Anna interrupted, gliding her manicured hand around the rim of her dirty martini glass. “ALLURE is exactly what you need. That's where the real magic happens—Private, discreet, top-tier men only, darling.” “It's a dating app,” Sophie said lightly.

Katherine’s POV “Miss Katherine Dalton, you’re really something! This is your second time winning the prize, and just last month, you also took home the youth title at the Howling Song Contest. Do you have anything to say to your fans?” The reporter in a dark gray suit held a mic close to my face. Her golden nameplate read United Werewolf Times. I stood tall in a deep red, low-cut dress. With a platinum crown on my head, I raised my head proudly, stared right at the camera. “I love you, Harrison! I want to be your girlfriend! You're mine!”

Thank goodness it had only been a dream. Thank goodness the man I loved—and who loved me—was right here, by my side. I burrowed into his arms, hugging him tightly. "Honey, I'm a little hungry," he murmured suddenly, opening his eyes. Desire smoldered in his gaze. "I love you, Honey." I pressed my lips to his in a fierce kiss. Outside, the weather was perfect. Spring had finally arrived. The End.

It takes thirty minutes to find what to wear, and when I do, I don’t know what to do with my face. Should I apply foundation first? Or mascara? I am so lost, I give up in the end. With just lip gloss on my lips, and my hair packed in a bun, I make my way out of the house and head for the restaurant where the reunion is being held. Upon arrival, I am met with ladies in luxury wear, their perfume overpowering the room. They are all busy talking to each other when I walk fully in, and all eyes fall on me. “Aha, you must be Lennox Damien. The nerd!” One of the ladies’ eyes sparks with interest as she claps her hands.