Novels by Dara Manuel

Third-person POV " Forgive my intrusion, your tie " Jane removed the tie from his neck. Niklaus became unusually conscious of the woman standing in front of him. Her silky skin, her heavy yet steady breathing, pale pink lips that she was biting seizing his mind into an intoxicating state. Averting his eyes away from her, Niklaus hid his clenched knuckles in his pocket, it was the only barrier between him and all the vicious thoughts his mind was cooking. ' It's more tempting to leave these fucking manners aside and do some sketchy things' ' Five... ' Niklaus recited in his head. Oblivious of her actions Jane kept flexing her finger around the silk fabric. She truly enjoyed the familiar feeling. Jaden never learned to do his tie, she had to do it for him. A deep curve for

Third person POV " Run!! " In a split second every cell in her body was electrified, the sound of the steps he took away from the dark arrived in her brain even before it happened. " Run!! " Jane urged her legs because she was scared of the strangely familiar feeling she was getting. She felt his presence from far, the discomfort in her chest motivated her legs to take uncertain steps back to build some distances between her, and whoever was on the other side. Looking behind Jane, the man narrowed his brow introducing his deep black eyes like bottomless well that one could fall in if not careful. His amusement faded into thunderstorms, but it softened when his attention moved back to Jane. " Seems like we'll meet next time Angel " Without dueling why the man suddenly turned back, Jane turned around to run bu

Third-person POV Seasons have passed, spring became winter's grave while preparing to lend summers life On a sunlit day, old trees exude warmth through its new buds rejuvenating its surroundings. Streets became an art gallery, spring flowers painted with smiley colors touching heaven so boldly one could almost touch Eden garden. Although flowers bloomed innocently one could still taste the terror of humanity prima sin in his office. " From the 3% stock you made me loose, you only manage to recover 2,7%? " The man sitting on his black leader throne continued his interrogation calmly. The head of the finance department felt himself shrinking as his boss seemed too calm, his stares penetrating his soul, everyone knew those eyes is where his power resided. It was well known that it's more satisfactorily when the boss lashed out, because when he acts t

Niklaus's POV " Niklaus? " " Yes ma'am " " Why are you standing in front of my door without knocking " Yolanda looked at me suspiciously when she opened the door. Her cloths were covered in smudges, guess she was busy cooking. " I was just, kind of... " I mumbled like a criminal found on the crime scene. " I see " She smiled and coached me inside " Don't just stand there, come in " " Sorry, no free hugs today. I'm a mess " She lifted her hand covered with flour making me chuckle. In her messy state, she still looked delightful. Her full-dark hair was a replica of Jane's, some upcoming wrinkles telling the passages of life, creamy tone complimenting her vivid eyes. I guess it's true that beauty in old age is a blessing. "Next time I'll get double hugs then, how does it sound

Niklaus's POV " Blood..." Seeing her made me want to demolish everything in vision because her pain was real. The earthy green eyes have sunken by dreadful feelings. My body went on pause as my eyes processed what was happening. I approached her when Sarah moved from her spot allowing me to be in front of Jane. Her eyes were frozen on her palms, breathing matching someone who forgot how to breathe. " Jane, what happened?" I asked lifting her chin. " He was fixing the coffee machine, but hurt himself in the process " Sarah said pointing at the guy with a bleeding hand. " We heard her scream " Jorge added. " Jane ?" I called moving closer. " Why do you keep staring at your hands? " I covered her hands with mine, and for the first

Niklaus's POV I saw the wrath pouring through the little vixen in front of me as if she was about to murder someone. How could I forget something so important, well it didn't matter now did it? She balled up her fingers into a fist as if she was about to punch someone. I would like to believe that, that someone was Scott. Just like the flames licking from her appeared, it vanished as quickly. Without a word she walked out. " Shit!!! What have I done?" I hunched my shoulders together trying to disappear inside myself. " What?" Scott questioned sitting in front of me." Don't tell me you already threw a feast because of the contract " " Worse. I blamed her and forced her to do it from scratch" I confessed bothered by what I've done. " You're becoming a pro at