Sing 2 Cast Darius Novels & Stories

“Darius…” “Say yes,” someone in the café whispered. “She has to say yes,” another person agreed. I sat frozen, unable to move, unable to breathe, unable to do anything but watch. “Yes,” Cassia whispered. Then louder: “Yes! Yes, a thousand times yes!” The studio erupted in applause and the café erupted in cheers. Darius slipped the ring onto her finger—my ring, the one I’d never been worthy of—and pulled her into his arms. “Oh my God, that was beautiful!” the woman at the table next to me gushed to her friend.

I looked bαck αt Dαrius. His fαce wαs dαrk. His breαthing wαs heαvy. His jαw wαs clenched so tightly α vein wαs bulging αt the side of his neck. He looked seconds αwαy from exploding. And αll I could do wαs cry‚ shαking so bαdly thαt my teeth were knocking together. “Dαrius…” My voice crαcked. “Pleαse don’t do this. Pleαse don’t believe this. Pleαse believe me for once‚ just once—”

she shouted, her excitement infectious. I laughed, ruffling her hair. “What’s going on?” “We’re having a concert!” she declared. “You’re the audience. Daddy’s the drummer. I’m the singer.” Darius groaned dramatically, picking up a pair of wooden spoons. “I can’t believe I agreed to this.” “You volunteered,” I reminded him, smirking. “Remember the negotiation yesterday?” He shot me a playful glare. “Negotiate with five-year-olds? That’s cruel.”

My throat dried, and tears filled my eyes, Anna looked so happy, smiling towards him. Is she going to ditch Samuel? Darius took out a red velvet box from his coat and jumped down from the stage, "I need to leave," I wanted to get away, The lights followed him; he came stood in between Anna and me, I didn't want to cry, but tears of pain came out of me. "Will you marry me?" Darius was continuously looking at Anna, He kneeled and looked at her, "Will you marry me, Miss RUBEL JOHNSON,"

He growled in a lower tone while coming into a conclusion. "Darius! Calm down! Don't do what you always do! Don't judge or take any stupid steps!" Noah said in a warning tone. The audience clapped as Melissa walked the ramp with her showstopper again. She waves her hand in the air while Anastasia stood beside her, clapping appreciatively, while trying her best to not get affected by the burning gaze. Everyone stood up and continued clapping, except Darius Henderson who was busy throwing daggers to the woman whom he hates the most and at some point of his life loved the most. Whom he thought was dead.

With a triumphant growl, Dane stood over his fallen brother, ready to deliver the final blow. But before he could act, he suddenly froze, his eyes widening. Dash had transformed back into his human form. “STOP!” Dash panted; his voice was hoarse. Dane hesitated, his mind struggling to process why his brother had turned back. Slowly Dane transformed back to his human form as well, his chest heaving with exertion. For a moment, there was silence between them as they both caught their breath. “I’m sorry.” Dash breathed. The two brothers stood facing each other, their bodies battered and bloodied from the long and brutal fight.

Aria shouted. "What? I didn't make you say it." Killian laughed, clearly amused but Aria was not not getting the joke. She was livid at this point. Just then, Darius walked in, "Hello…" he singed as he walked over to them. He greeted the children first before leaning in to kiss Aria. He noticed the angry look on Aria and the disheartened look on Killian. "What did I miss?" Aria rolled her eyes and ignored him, she brought her attention back to the kids and made them eat their breakfast.

“Oh my! Lena, that is wonderful! I knew you had talent I always knew it!” Lena sat beside her, laughing with relief. “Grandma, I can actually start building my future.” “My brave little girl,” Grandma whispered, patting her hand. “I am so proud of you. You deserve everything good.” Just then… A shadow appeared at the doorway. Darius. He had been walking to visit Grandma, but when he heard voices her voice, excited he paused and listened. Now he stood there silently, fists clenched at his sides. He had seen Adrian Volkov touch her at the audition. He had seen the spark in her eyes when she looked at him.

“This is the best thing anyone has ever done for me.” Darius smirked. “I’m glad I could do it.” I felt my cheeks warm. “I didn’t even know you could sing.” “Well,” he said, lowering his voice slightly, “I can. And I’ve been saving a love song specially for you.” My lips parted. “You have?” He chuckled softly. “Yeah. I didn’t really know the lyrics to this song, so I had to practice it a few nights.” “What? You practiced?” “Mm-hm,” he hummed, spinning me gently as the guitar melody continued.

I watched her, my heart so full it hurt. Aria’s litte legs swinging as she munched happily on her cookies. I wiped flour from her nose, laughing when she giggled. Suddenly, a deep, familiar voice clearing its throat snapping us out of our little mummy daughter bonding time. I turned. Darius stood in the doorway, his arms crossed over his chest, his hair was damp from the gym, his black t-shirt clinging to his muscles. Sweat glistened on his skin, and his gray sweatpants hung low on his hips.