Stranger Things D'artagnan Novels & Stories

I always imagined how he must have been during his childhood to postgraduate life on campus, but I didn’t expect to hear he’d been home-schooled to his masters. “The shows going to start soon. I’ll go grab us something to eat. Get a seat.” Azrael said and walked in the opposite direction. I raised my head, and it surprised me when I saw a stranger smile at me in a friendly manner. He stared in the direction Azrael went before he stared at me. “I’m guessing you’re the omega that Daphne said has our dear Mitsuki on a leash. You’re even prettier than my girlfriend.” The stranger, tall, tan, and brunette, said as I tilted my head.

TERAH AND FANTINE arrived at D's place. Staring at them like hawk eyes, the man followed their movements. He was waiting for their arrival, cross-legged. He scanned Fantine like his prey but not in a sexual way. D had his standards, and one of them was no involvement in any witches. One of his fling, who was also a witch, made a scandal and threatened to destroy his collections of statues. The man was furious and vowed never to date any witches.

“But don’t worry. I’ll take care of you. I’ll fix you.” That was the last thing I remembered before the world went black. But even in the dark, one thought burned. This wasn’t just a kidnapping. This wasn’t random. Billy and Dain were pawns. This man? This stranger with familiar eyes? He was the hand moving the board. And the game? Had only just begun.

Then slowly… My eyes dropped toward the tattoo on his arm which he told me was a love symbol from a club he and Sharon used to belong to. I knew I saw that same tattoo that night, but was it really Damon? “It was really you…?” I asked, my voice cracking badly. Damon nodded slowly. “Yes.” Then another memory hit me. THE PAINTING. The painting in Damon’s art room. The one I saw the first day I entered this mansion as his fake bride. A man and a woman sitting together at a bar with alcohol in front of them. At that time, I had not understood why the painting felt so familiar. But now… Now… Everything suddenly made sense now.

Edward just turned to me with a soft smile. Jim never saw it coming—he genuinely thought Edward was some paid actor. Rowena’s eyes lit up with envy. "Ella, have you completely lost it? Hiring someone to provoke Jim? You really think people can’t tell you’re faking this?" Edward had been abroad for years. It made sense they didn’t recognize him. But if they wanted to play dumb, I wasn’t going to hold back. "You’re way off. He’s my fiancé, Edward Shaw, eldest son of the Shaw family," I said clearly.

They all move in sync circling the table with Blancavas over their faces. “What the hell is this?!” Mr. Douglas barks, his voice cracking halfway through. “This is outrageous!” another one shouts. “Quinn, can you put your son in order! How dare he?” Another hits the table in frustration. “What the hell, Ian?” Arnold suddenly grows balls and questions me in front of dad. I lean back in my chair, tapping ash from my cigarette onto the pristine mahogany table. “Those,” I say calmly, gesturing toward the soldiers, “are your angels of death. For every wrong answer I receive, they will blow your head off.”

The color drained from Adrian's face. For the first time since meeting him— For the first time ever— He looked afraid. Genuinely afraid. Dante noticed immediately. "So." Dante's voice became ice. "You know him." The footsteps grew closer. Slow. Deliberate. Then the stranger stepped into the light. Tall. Elegant. Silver-haired. A tailored black suit. Cold blue eyes. And a smile that promised nothing good. The man looked directly at Aruna. Then smiled wider. "As beautiful as Elena said."

He gave a hard tug and forced me down onto the ground. My whole body felt weak as I collapsed. This only made him more excited. I did not even get a chance to explain further. He was already removing my pants. Just as I felt like I was about to give in to him, I heard Samuel’s voice from not far away. “I wonder how she’s feeling right now. She probably has no idea I’m already here. Once she’s had enough fun, I’ll instantly get into things with her.” While saying this, Samuel activated the remote device.

She could not accept it. She refused to believe that I had managed to charm the entire Shaw family in just four years. "There's got to be a trick to it..." Nails digging into her flesh, her gaze dark and brooding, she muttered, "Cedric must be playing everyone with that kid. That girl... She's the spitting image of a Shaw; she's got to be a stand-in he found somewhere. Or worse, he's stolen my eggs for some surrogate scheme!" Her mind was made up.