Danmachi Crossover Fanfiction Romane & Geschichten

He glanced at me before holding the cigarette out toward me. I did not take it. I just turned to him with a cold look. “Why the fuck did you call me here, Cross?” Damian exhaled and leaned against the low wall. “Can’t I have a drag with an old friend?” he replied almost mockingly. The word friend scraped against something old and ugly. I was so angry I couldn't control myself. I moved before I could fully think about my next move. My hand closed in the front of his shirt and I drove him back until his shoulders hit the wall hard enough to knock a short breath from him. He raised his hands in surrender, his palms wide open, but that stupid fucked up smile never left his face.

I came hard and squirted repeatedly, calling both their names. As my body was still spasming, Rai flipped me, so I was on my knees, and his hand pinned my upper body down with my cheek resting on the sofa's backrest, and my legs spread apart, and entered me hard, and I exploded again. “Shit!” Rai suddenly cursed under his breath. I lifted my head and looked back to see what had happened and saw that Damian was licking Rai’s ass! “Yeah.. I know you’ll like this, Rai,” Damian said while licking Rai’s ass.

he said. "And I like it," Cassian said simply. "Specifically. For itself. Not because it resembles something before. Because it's this." Aiden set down his noodles. He crossed the small space between them on the floor and sat beside Cassian, close, in the way they sat when neither of them needed to say anything and the proximity was the whole point. Through the bond: "I like this too," Aiden said. "Specifically." "Good," Cassian said. They ate their noodles on the floor of a small apartment in December, an immortal demon and a twenty-three-year-old urban history student, in a second lifetime that was entirely its own thing while also being the continuation of everything that came before.

“The rest of Damien’s crew never show up for class. I see him walking into the Dean’s office all the time, acting like he owns the place. He even spray-painted all of D Block last semester. His father owns a lot of property in New York. I can’t believe you don’t know this. You really need to do your research, girl. These college boys are trouble.” I roll my eyes, scooping up frosting from my carrot cake. “Research? This isn’t the FBI, Kiana. I just went on one date with him. It’s not that serious.” Kiana raises an eyebrow. “You wanna bet?” I sigh and push my fork through the cake again before eating a bite. “I hate hearing that, honestly. I already have enough heartache to deal with because

As he leaves, I return to my desk and pour myself a drink. The One was once Damien’s friend. Now he wants to watch him suffer. Victor may be Leah’s useless father, but that means nothing here. Cross is coming. And we are more than ready.

“You are the bridge.” “Bridge to what?” “Between what was and what will be.” Dante gritted his teeth. “You’re not taking him.” “We are not taking. We are completing.” The light brightened until the water itself glowed. Aiden felt it—the connection tightening, threads of energy wrapping around him. He could hear every frequency now, every living network whispering his name. “Dante,” he gasped. “It’s merging.” “Then fight it!” “I can’t—it’s not attacking.”

Caden offered, as he was also stunned to see the way Damian was looking at Alicia with desire in his eyes. 'Dammit. This ruthless mafia man has fallen for Alicia. Are you sure that he is not the one behind Dad's business failure, so that he can use that as a means to get Alicia?' Caden thought. But as he saw Damian looked at him, Caden immediately gazed away. Alicia sighed and focused on finishing her own food, as she saw that Damian has focused on his own meal. Except for Samantha who left the table. As they finished eating their meals, Alicia was the first to finish. So, she rose from her chair and dashed to the kitchen to return her plates there. As she wanted to get away from Damian Tuck

The perfect camouflage by the time I reached it, my legs were jelly and my fingers numb but I climbed. I climbed because I had to and when I reached the top, I plugged in the drive. The signal was caught, the data surged, the secure link and scrambled channels. Everything I had—all the names, all the lies, all the truth—flooded the network and when it was done, I just stood there, the wind tearing at my clothes, the storm breaking open overhead. Somewhere, Damian was going to wake up to a new world. One where he wasn’t the puppet master anymore.

Damien grunts as he slams into me harder and harder, making me cum. I moan loudly and raise my eyes to see Amina watching us, her jaw dropped and her hands rubbing her sensitive peaked nipples. My eyes lock on hers as several things happen at once. Damien roars and fills my ass with his seed. I cum a second time. Amina’s water breaks and the oven timer goes off for the cinnamon rolls that I was cooking. I catch my breath and Damien pulls out of my ass, turning off the oven and taking the cinnamon rolls out while I recover enough to pull my pants up.

Dane elucidated. "I hope Cruz's mate reveals herself tonight," I sighed, gazing upwards. The sky stretched out before me, a serene expanse of unblemished baby blue with no cloud in sight. "I've told you, Raya, I won't allow him to mark you," Dane's golden eyes locked with mine as we simultaneously turned to face each other. There was a fierce intensity in his gaze as he reiterated his promise. "I cannot bear the thought of Cruz making you his mate. He may believe he is acting for the right reasons, but he is being an imbecile."