Azusa Diabolik Lovers の小説・ストーリー

"The Council hate voodoo as much as Abraham does. And they all racist white men who became bloodsuckers 'fore the civil war was even over." "They all not like that." Aza laughed at her, in disbelief of her naivety. "Nene, you ain't serious." "I am. What else we gone do?" Aza looked at the ceiling as she thought of an alternative. "We try to talk to Hezekiah again. We can probably get through to him if we try again." "Aza, you crazy," Babette objected. "It's clear he ain't gonna wanna talk. That's out the question."

The Alpha and last Luna of Lover's Quarrel. 'Make her beg. Make her cum. Bring her to her knees and let her come undone.' I silenced the voice inside my head and adjusted my growing cock. Dargan casually did the same. Only Ozias watched them with mild curiosity without touching himself. Although I could see his lust bright as daylight.

Their story became a legend that transcended time, reminding all supernaturals of the transformative power of love and the importance of embracing one another as equals. In the realm beyond, Alessia and Adrian's spirits rejoiced, their eternal love shining brighter than ever. They watched as Luna and Elijah's spirits joined them, their souls intertwining in a symphony of everlasting unity. Together, they became the guiding lights of the supernatural world, forever ensuring that love and acceptance reigned supreme.

THE SPIRIT OF SELF-SACRIFICE CREATES TRUST IN THE POWER OF LOVE MORIHEI UESHIBA Few Days Before The Meeting “How do you want to go about Killing him?” Asmodeus ask while caressing her hair “I will poison Mason’s girlfriend, bring back Harper Stevens in front of him then kill them all” “You are evil” he laughs hysterically “That’s what I love most about you” “How sure are we she is going to do it?” Abaddon ask “Do you doubt her?” Asmodeus turns his gaze at Abaddon

Lighting my body on fire Wishing For more Wanting for more "Did you miss me, my angel?" He says in his hoarse voice. I can’t lie to him this time. He already finds a way to control my body. My whole body was born with his Dangerous Passion. Phone ringing Angel reaches her hand to the dresser where her phone is. She takes the phone and answers it when she covers herself all over with a blanket. "Hello," she says when she is still sleepy "Angel, where are you? Everyone is waiting for you." Her friend said to her

They can't do anything to help Memphis and Fleur cause they didn't know their story but their hearts hurting for them to have this situation because they love each other back then. "I forgive you too, M-Memphis! I-i'm sorry!" Fleur cries, "I am so sorry, Memphis! And———I Love You Too, L-Love!" That was the last word she says and let herself fall in the ravine.

Carl thought it was an excellent idea and went to buy it, so while he was doing that errand, I put music connected to the audio system, programmed with an iPod and from one moment to another, the different melodies began to spread throughout the apartment. I created a playlist that I named "Just Lovers". Every time I listen to it, I remember the day I showed it to Carl. I was dying of grief for the selection of songs, but he liked it, he liked that playlist so much, that we made love; a stimulus coming from one of the titles incorporated therein. Between songs from Hippie Sabotage, passing through Two Feet, until I reached —perhaps— the best of The Weeknd, I uncorked a beer and drank it whil

I ask not believing. "I don't understand how you could possibly love someone like me." The argument is refuted by him. "It's not complicated at all. I love you because you have numerous abilities, you are passionate about what you believe in, you love your family and friends, you are willing to fight for what is right, and you never give up. All of these things contribute to why I love you. I love you for all of those reasons, but the most important reason is because I love you for who you are and the fact that you don't judge other people based on who they are." Because I no longer feel threatened by looking into his blue eyes, I have begun to cry again. He puts both of his hands on my chin

He put my weight and swiftly positioned me on top of him, straddling without breaking our kisses. That was my favorite or could I say the very reason why I'm still staying with him. His luscious lips and expert tongue were like drugs that I got addicted to. He's such a great kisser and I simply can't let it go. Sure, Daniel, Joe, and Ben were good kissers as well, but Lorenzo was the topnotcher because he had his way that never fails to make me crave for more after our lips parted. "Say you want me, Brianna.." he commanded in between our kisses.

It made torture become ecstacy and pain a tool for excitement. " Let him in," Apollo said, sipping from his cup. His lips flattened at the sight of his visitor. It was him. Henry the wife of the last witch-of-a-confessor's-touch, a druid whose tone spoke of war and chaos. He sang mischief like a lullaby. " What brings you to Humulin, druid? " Apollo asks, staring deeply into Henry's green eyes, not blinking. He tried his possible best to read his countenance, but he couldn't.