Trix Darcy Novels & Stories

She grew up in a wealthy family but could cook her food. “Darcy is a wild woman. She has many exes. You must have known some of her love stories before my cousin married Cullen. Do you only want to play around with her?” she asked. “You better be careful. Sean Channing is stronger than you.” I didn't spill anything no matter how hard she tried to get me to talk. I didn't trust reporters. I didn't care what she wrote about my relationship with Darcy because my target was Sean. I brought Darcy out in public and attended the big meeting to harass that man for daring to threaten me at my club. I devised a plan for him to fail to become a mayor because his opponent had more integrity than him.

The kings distracted by Darcy meant Maddox would have an easier time making his move when the time came. The office doors suddenly burst open. “Daddy!” Darcy whines dramatically as she storms into the room. “Where’s Traci? That bitch still hasn’t shown up for my things.” I slowly look toward my daughter while forcing patience onto my face. “Sweetheart,” I say calmly, “your things will be handled.” Darcy crosses her arms while glaring at me. “You’re seriously letting her get away with this?” A few seconds later Serena enters the office behind her looking far more composed than our daughter.

Ann asks, and I smile. She is beautiful and smart. Mariah and her will get along perfectly if she ever moves into the mansion with us. "First, you are opposites. She looks nothing like you and acts nothing like you. A little bit about her, her name is Darcy. She used to work for the shifter council and she is a trained combat specialist. She was born to a human father and a wolf-shifter mother. They weren't mates. When her mother met her mate she left her human husband and abandoned her daughter. Darcy is half black. She has dark brown almost black eyes and very curly hair. She is muscular, but not manly... She is gorgeous... She is also selfish. What happened with her parent's relationship

I said, pushing the door closed and moving towards her. Cindy's red lips smiled and suddenly she launched herself at me, threw her arms around me as she reached up to me and kissed me hard with her soft cherry lips. Before I could react she disengaged herself and stood back, still smiling, saying "That's to thank you for the other night **Mr Vance**, you were a true gentleman."

You are to remain in that location, young girl. I find it difficult to swallow due to my fear. I can't help but feel like a teen who got caught making out under the school gates. Rory rushes up to me and smiles as he notices I am wearing one of his t-shirts. He then informs me, "Mum, Darcy is leaving." He places his hand on the small of my back and guides my steps as we head toward the door. "You are aware that he has a girlfriend, right?" As I walk by, his mother speaks to me.

My wolf was shocked and at a loss, even though I was rather uncomfortable, I still quickly got up in pain and rushed to the forest where he was. Along the way, I comforted him while driving and almost crashed into big trees several times. Finally, I arrived at the lawn between the trees. There was no moon. His electric torch was dim. On the ground lying a female warrior, blood flowing all over her body. Darcy sat on the lawn, staring blankly at the corpse on the ground. His hoarse growl trembled slightly: "Ginger, what should I do? I don't want to go to jail. Can you help me?"

I was by her side, though, and I gave her what little consolation I could in the face of such extreme hardship. What year was Darcy born? Emotionally charged, Ivory would inquire. I did, of course, remember. How on earth could I ever forget the happiness she had exuded in those early days of parenthood? Ivory had looked on Darcy for everything, a lighthouse in the shadows that had enveloped her following her exile. Ivory would murmur, "She was so perfect, Mia," tears still in her eyes. As my little angel. Then, as if a black cloud were blocking the sun, the memories would change and transport us back to those terrible days when Darcy's life had been in jeopardy. Ivory's wailing, unadulterate

Patrina and her father were having a father-daughter moment and she looked happy, Lavi was showered with love and compliments from our parents, but Darcy was slowly yet carefully walking to her parents with an expectant smile. All the three girls were looking really beautiful but honestly Darcy stood out the most because she wore very light makeup as her natural beauty glowed making everyone else dull. Her parents were looking at her awkwardly as they excused themselves, I could feel her sadness as her eyes filled with tears. Dylan who was standing stiff beside me in presence of his parents walked to her and comforted her.

She was looking at me all through with a huge smile on her face. “Is this her?” she asked, still looking at me. “Yes, Darcy,” Damien asked, and from his voice, I could tell he was tired of her bubbling personality. Darcy squealed loudly, almost blocking my ears. “Finally!” she yelled, tears clouding her eyes. I looked at her, and I was amazed by her personality. How can she go from happy to excited to teary in one second?

Beyond the wind, there wasn't a single voice. Darcy drew a breath of the night air and straightened her back. "I am Darcy Clark." Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried clearly through the open night. No long Northern registry number. No attached title. Just her name. A stir passed through the crowd, then settled. It was time to call her wolf. The full moon above was bright enough to hurt. Darcy closed her eyes, trying to push down the noise in her mind and follow the pull she could feel behind her ribs.