The Dazzlings Novels & Stories

Her lips parted; she fixed her eyes to his with an intensity that fanned her uncontrollable desire to an inferno. "I want to kiss you," Dallan rasped in a gruff voice. The way her body vibrated in acknowledgement made him move closer. "Your eyes are glowing." "What?" "I said your eyes are glowing," Hazel softly repeated. It did not scare her. She was intrigued. As she reached out a shaky hand to caress Dallan's face, her robe parted from the middle to reveal her plump cleavage. Dallan's eyes went there before she had time to adjust the material. His tongue involuntarily traced a perfect line on his own lips.

I felt completely sick. Finally I was solid again. The darkness cleared. I immediately fell to my hands and knees and heaved up anything that may have been in my stomach. My vision swirled and I couldn't even keep my balance while I was bent over like this. I couldn't see past my dizziness, but I could hear Mila and Isabell walking around. "Remi, acquire the gems and incense," Isabell snapped. "This didn't work last time," Mila said.

The ballroom pulsed with restless energy. The chandeliers overhead glittered like frozen constellations, their light cutting through velvet shadows, illuminating faces taut with anticipation. Clarissa’s shrieks still echoed faintly from the corridor where she had been dragged out, but the cameras were already swiveling, hungry for the next spectacle. The crowd knew the night was not finished. Damian had made it clear, he was not here to wound, but to dismantle.

Davina's POV: The air backstage at the Devil's Club was thick with the usual chaotic blend of hairspray, perfume, and nervous energy. The other dancers, their bodies already adorned in various stages of glittering undress, moved with a practiced ease, adjusting straps and applying last-minute touches of makeup. I moved amongst them like a ghost, my new costume – a skimpy, sequined number in a garish shade of purple that was lying on a velvet stool. My reflection in the mirror was a stranger: haunted eyes, pale skin, a stark contrast to the carefully applied glamour around me.

It was this particular scene that James met as he drove into the parking lot of the building with a smug look on his face as he stepped down from the car and so did Ella his date for the party. Ella was dressed in a purple ball gown with black gloves , light make up and a purple sun hat . She really looked amazing unlike the Ella Serena knew. On the other hand ,James was putting on a red tuxedo, his hair curled and also shinning it was obvious that he applied gel on it and that he putted a lot of work into it.

"Find me if you can, I'm very close to you all you have to do is just look up and think about me " "Keep searching me, if you find me within ten days I'm yours or else bua has seen a handsome hunk with rich background having Villa and cars and above all too sexy to just look at with lickable abs and body me already drooling, so if you feel any competition do find me otherwise what we had was special but after seeing him u lala , he's ready to kill with his looks and those hazel eyes. " "Darling, hope you think about it. Goodnight". Navi said all without listening to him or rather without giving him a chance to speak. Now she had a smirk .

I stared up at my reflection in the mirror, hazel eyes and dirt brown hair staring back at me, Keep me in check? What did Dad think I was? A puppy? I fucking don’t need an assistant nagging me wherever I went. I scoffed, Rolling my eyes, I spit into the sink, rinsing my toothbrush hopping the smell of cigarettes on my breath had been dissolved. Moving out of the bathroom I stepped back into my bedroom, the dull dark colors of the suite bearing before me. Rubbing my neck, and the sore spots down the side of it, I trudged toward my bed, taking a seat by the edge. 2 shows in one night had done its best to drain my right out. Leaning over, I put my face into my hands, swaying back just enough to

The glasses that hadn’t already been trampled or blasted to sand began to fly in all directions, shattering against some of her minions who barely reacted to the razor-sharp projectiles. I locked eyes with Dain a second time, and for a split second wondered if Callum truly had vanished within thin air. It felt as though I’d uttered the question out loud, because the eyes I stared into—bright with both the sting of betrayal and luminous stars, began to multiply. The same image of Dain shimmered into existence before solidifying, crafted by Callum’s illusion magic. They were scattered throughout the club, each one on their knees and clutching their throats—hair the color of midnight and skin l

Him— Where did he come from? Gaia hadn’t heard a sound. Not one footstep, yet there he stood. An unearthly glow shone from his pale skin in the yellowing glare of the streetlights. His midnight hair reminded her of a raven's feather in the way his dark locks caught the moonlight. But it was his piercing, glacial eyes, that always entranced her. Who was this man? All she knew for sure was that he was the one who haunted her slumber causing her to wake most mornings in a writhing sweat. She’d rouse with her body on fire, burning for more of the dark pleasures he offered during the dream state.

She whispered to the still air, “I see everything.” The city outside gleamed back, indifferent. When she finally lay down, the last thing she saw before sleep claimed her was the faint glow under the scarf on her phone. It pulsed once, a quiet insistence. > T.: We share more than you think. Hazel’s breathing stayed even, but her dreams were not. They were filled with corridors of mirrors, each reflecting a different version of herself, one crying, one laughing, one trying to open a door that never existed. By dawn, the rain had stopped. London looked washed clean but unchanged. Dimitri was gone, a note on the pillow, Meeting with investors. Rest, my love.