The Picture Of Dorian Gray นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He didn't want to mistrust his friend Jeremy so he firmly stood the ground and waited for his supposed cover girl date―as stated by others. And Dorian's wait was finally over as his eyes caught onto a pretty figure approaching him from a few meters away. His grin dropped and he straightened up from his leaned position. Nerves bursted in his body because it was unbelievable. The girl looked like an elf in a knee length fluffy sky blue dress, her beautiful hair in curls and coral pink lips up in a dazzling smile. Dorian lost his senses and so failed to notice that along with him, his surrounding friends had shocking faces too.

I raised my head that had somehow found its way to the floor and soon locked eyes with Dorian on the stage, smiling brightly. He looked so handsome and dangerously tempting in all the right ways wearing a dark grey ceremonial suit with black and red accents. A few achievement medals glinted off his chest when he breathed and his long deep black hair was slicked back perfectly, with a few small rebellious locks falling forward on his forehead. The sight of him was all I needed to push away all the panic and fear that had sprouted in me. And if it weren’t for my brother holding my arm, I would’ve rushed across the room and up the steps to Dorian without a care in the world.

“I refused to believe that love could take any other form than mine: I measured love by the extent of my jealousy, and by that standard, of course, she could not love me at all.” ~Graham Greene The End of the Affair Havana is in a red mini gown that helps showcase her toned long legs and she has a black three-inch heel on and her hair is a medium afro which brings out her full face. She's having a mild make-up on but yet she is as beautiful as ever. Zander is standing beside her, wearing a white long sleeve with three of its upper button undone, which slightly exposes his mid-chest up to the eyes of everyone. He has a black suit on top of it and his hair is in a neat bun and I must admit he

The kind that clings to your skin and makes your bones feel older than they should. I kneel in the silence, my body still trembling from the last transformation. My skin feels flayed, my muscles twitch with aftershocks, and the scent of blood fills my nostrils until I want to retch. Lucian stands still as a statue beside Dorian’s body. The gash in Dorian’s chest seeps slowly, a fatal wound. His eyes are open, staring into some unseen world, and a soft, strange smile curves his lips. “He’s gone,” I whisper, voice hoarse.

A black luxury sedan awaited her, a staff member holding the door open. Back down in the neighborhood by the trees, Dorian was crouched down beside two elderly women playing board games on the bench. He held up his phone, showing them the sketch he and Theodore had drawn about the lady. "she has fair skin," he described earnestly. "And she has a baby face... Her eyes are big like this... But when she smiles, they turn into cute puppy eyes." One of the elderly women squinted at the screen, then chuckled. "Oh, I know her."

Then a thought crept into my mind like a demon's whisper. Why not take her advice? I stayed on the couch exactly like that, while my eyes got dragged out the window to Dorian. He was busy with something in the yard, white compression tank clinging to his torso, gray sweatpants slung low on his hips. Golden late-afternoon light poured over his arms, carving every hard, carved inch of muscle into sharp relief. He lifted a hand to push back his short brown hair, it caught the breeze and swept across the straight bridge of his nose. Sweat had darkened the fabric across his chest and stomach, outlining the tight, stacked ridges of his abs in perfect, obscene detail.

… Many years later, Lucas walked into Dorian's quarters, yet the latter was nowhere to be found. By chance, he noticed a photograph resting on the desk. It was a picture of a gorgeous young girl with large, luminous eyes. Anyone who had ever laid eyes on me would be able to tell at a single glance that she was my daughter. Lucas hurriedly put the photo away. Just then, Dorian returned. Lucas couldn't help but ask softly, "Alpha Dorian, we all understood your inability to move on when Ms. Lovel got married back then. But now that her pup is all grown up, have you still not moved on?"

Dorian yelled from behind, but I didn't care to glance at him. My eyes were stuck on the picture of the lady drawn on the paper. He had held this with care and attention like it was a bar of gold. "What is that?" Dorian asked, walking closer. I turned and handed this paper to him. He took it and gave it a short glance before gasping. "What? Do you know her?" With envy, I inquired, "How could another woman get his attention to the point where he drew her on paper?" "This is Elena!" He shrieked, leaving my eyes widened as I got really struck.

I said smiling and looking straight into his eyes And at that moment, the scene of Dorian smiling down at me In my pool of blood resurfaced in my mind as I became so angry Not realizing I was giving Roman worried glances making him wonder what had been playing in my head Soon rather than later, the ceremony was over as I exhaled on getting over accepting a proposal I wasn't interested in And soon the guests made their way out one after the other all in wait for the big day My big day actually On getting to my room, I lay on my bed as I had my eyes closed from the day’s stress When I heard a knock on the door “Who's there?” I asked still feeling scared from all that happened with Dorian, Lily

It was so long ago that I didn't remember what a genuine smile on his face looked like. I felt my cheeks get a little wet. This picture was who Dorian used to be. He used to be my favourite person in the world, but now, he was a cold and cruel monster who only cared about himself. The pictures brought back memories of the good old days, but sadly, they weren't what I was looking for. I put them back in the cabinet and closed it as I had seen. I exhaled sadly, and my head dropped to the ground. There was only one thing left to do: since there were no pictures in my father's room, Dorian was bound to have some pictures of his sister in his room.