Trix Darcy Novels & Stories

Trixie said, pleading with her eyes for me not to push her away. Then she forced her mouth back down on my cock. All the way. Her throat clamped around me like a vice. She looked up. Tears streaming. Cheeks soaked. Lips swollen and shiny. Voice completely wrecked, barely audible. “Don’t stop,” she choked out around me. “Please, Zahar. I want it rough. I want you to hurt me a little more. Use my mouth. I need you to. I’ve needed it for years.” Her words punched every ounce of air from my lungs. She meant it. Every filthy syllable. She was begging me to break her. To take her exactly like this.

Then her smooth dark skin. He suddenly leaned forward but was pulled back by his seat belt. "I should go," Trix hurriedly said, exiting the car. Trix has had a crush on Darian, for as long as she could remember but she was also very scared of commitment. She wouldn't even have friends if it weren't for Jordan and wouldn't have Jordan if her mother hadn't forced her to join a club. Trix sighed as she watched Darian drove away. "Crisis averted."

“You’re not making sense.” Jack leaned forward, voice low, measured, the way a man tells a secret he shouldn’t. “You’d better get the picture straight. The man behind this city’s power games is Bill Darcy. Big wallet. Bigger ego. He intends to marry Sandra Harris, a nightclub singer with more enemies than fans. Darcy wants her, and when Darcy wants something, the world makes way or gets trampled.” He paused to light another cigarette, letting the words sink in. Smoke drifted between them like a curtain.

Coupled with the other ones you've had in the past, I'm sure that your wilting wolf syndrome will be completely cured then. "I can't wait anymore!" Darcy exclaimed in Wolfish. "I'm so done with living a life where I'm so much weaker than the other members of the pack before and after my transformation!" Darcy wouldn't stop throwing a tantrum and even began bargaining with Felix. She continued in Wolfish and said, "You'd better stay with me tonight. We haven't slept together in a very long time." I was in complete shock and disbelief when I heard her say that. Wasn't Darcy supposed to be Felix's "daughter"?

This changed everything. Three years ago, Darcy and I had a fight and he had got to a club to ease up. There, he got intimate with a whore, Adrian, who was later framed with drugs by her ex boyfriend. Adrian was imprisoned. Years back,I got the information about his whore being pregnant, on that day, I took it away from her.Just to make her regret her existence. But she came back...Is this a coincidence? Or does Darcy know about all this? Was that why he hired her as the nanny for Pink?

So it would have taken them a long time to find themselves work as most of the companies had already closed down and whatever was left was trying to exploit them. Darcy got into the buggy and drove towards the golf course. it was quite pleasant weather so she had worn her old faded denim shorts and a T-shirt to go with it and as it was quite windy she had tied her hair into a sleek ponytail which made her look like she was still a teenager.

× Ryder × Trix looks like he’s barely holding it together. His jaw is tight, his eyes have this wild edge, and his pacing is so relentless I’m half worried he’s going to wear a trench into the floor. Dude’s spinning, and it’s all because of this Dixie girl. I mean, yeah, she’s his mate, but I didn’t think Trix felt things this deeply. Alpha of steel and all that. But here he is, looking like he’s one wrong word away from losing it completely.

"Tiger, what's the matter? You seem thrilled about something." Tiger beamed, his eyes dancing with excitement. "Oh, my love, you won't believe what just happened. I met with Mr. Darcy today." Christiana's eyes widened in surprise. "Mr. Darcy? The billionaire who deals with the music industry?" Tiger nodded, unable to contain his excitement any longer. "Yes, that very Mr. Darcy. We had a conversation, and he was not only impressed with our business ventures but also intrigued by your talent, Christiana. He wants to collaborate with us."

Snow’s POV. It’s been weeks now and everything seem like we were now living in an entirely different world. {Or should I go about all over again introducing myself to you} I am Snow Darcy and ever since Jace Steele had rejected me for Hazel Hozier, may her beautiful soul rest in peace, I had given up on Jace and even after her burial ceremony I didn’t even give a single fxck to the man who almost ruined my life. I have been trying not to actually get sway away. I had accepted my life but then Hans Hobbs wouldn’t still let me be.

The blog post had already gathered a few comments—mostly people gushing about their own experiences with falling stars, asking where Dusty Creek was, and if they could visit sometime. I was about to reply when a new notification popped up. Darcy: I think I know who did it. I frowned, straightening up. Another message followed immediately after. Darcy: The fire. The greenhouse. I’ve been going through what’s left of it, and I found something. I don’t want to text it. Can you meet? My heart thudded a little harder against my ribs. I hadn't seen Darcy since she woke up, and told me what she'd gone through. She'd been unsure of who did it because they'd chloroform her, and left her to burn in he