Diabolik Book Novels & Stories

I know she stands no chance against me, but maybe she thinks she Does. I close the room door behind me, walking over to the small stack of books on the bedside table. Does Lucious enjoy reading? Maybe the enjoyment of reading is something we both have in common. From his bad-boy looks, I wouldn't have taken him for the type of guy who enjoys reading. I grab the top book that has a bookmark hanging out, marking the spot Lucious last stopped at. I look at the title of the book, before turning the book over to read the description of the book. After reading the book description, I see that it's a romantic drama novel.

“I doubt your peace would be in problem.” Both Bella and her cousin-sister Fabiola had some kind of problem with De Luca, which De Luca had very little to do with. He had blatantly admitted wanting Bella, but, according to her, it was his way of trying to claim ownership of her. Stupid of Bella to think Adonis would not claim ownership of her at some point. Men in our world were dominating, and they were not in the habit of sharing what belonged to them. We, as the women of this world, were bound to them, no matter what the price. That was how things worked. Whereas the thought of being ignored devastated Fabiola Rossi, the one forcefully promised to Luciano ten years ago after Bella’s mothe

The truth was crashing down too fast. I thought running would put distance between us.That Matteo wouldn’t follow me if I left. But of course he would. I had forgotten who he was. Matteo wasn’t some reckless man chasing after a girl. He was Capo of the Diavoli. He always got what he wanted. And I had run into the arms of his enemies. If Matteo could get me out of this alive, I swear that I would marry him. The injured man groaned through clenched teeth, blood dripping from his fingers. “What the fuck is the boss’s son doing here? Has he lost his mind?”

She might have been face, her nature, her smile but no matter what she is not her. A voice came out from inside of me and I stood up against my will. My fists are getting stronger to resist but he is too strong than me. He never surfaced. Not once after she died. But now he is getting possessive over Dabria. He is the one making me forcibly call her Dabria. He wants her while I want her soul. My potion was finished this morning. As a result his powers were overpowering me. From the moment Dabria entered the room, he started resurfacing. He wants to be with her. I gripped the edge of the table as my eyes started to turn golden. Finally accepting my defeat, I let him resurface. My beast, Nyx.

"Amya and I were born in the same body, but we are two different souls sharing the same space. You see, While Amya’s mother was pregnant with her, she made a deal with the devil..." "A different one." I added as Mykel lifted his brow towards me. "I may be the devil himself in a sense, but their mother messed around in the dark arts in the hope of becoming powerful." "That’s right." Mia sighed. "And when that portal between the worlds was opened, I managed to escape it and found myself somehow sucked into Amya’s body." "Right," Mykel murmured, listening intently. "So, what I’m hearing is that you are like a parasite that attached itself to my mate."

Now they were on the run because no doubt, Dominic will come for them soon to avenge the death of his father. Alpha Draco buried his face in his palms. "I never planned for all this to happen, Matilda. We were supposed to lure him into marrying you, kill him and his mother and take over the pack. How did everything go wrong?" he couldn't believe the plan he had plotted for more than twenty years crashed as soon as he reached the peak. Matilda seethed. "Bloody Selene! Bloody moon goddess!" she yelled. If Selene hadn't revealed herself as the moon goddess and caused all these rubbish, she would have had Dominic in her palms.

He led the way, taking a torch off the wall, and the three of them walked through the opening and down an ancient, stone stairwell, twisting into the blackness. They finally reached the lowest levels, and continued down a corridor, barely lit by the torch. Finally, they reached a room. In it was a single object: a golden stand, on which sat a huge, ancient Bible. The ancient book must have been two feet wide and long, covered in an ornate casing of silver and gold. The three of them crowded over it. As Caitlin stared, she could feel the scroll heating up in her pocket, and she knew, she just knew, that this was the book from which the page was torn.

“Yes, the Book of Shadows. It was an ancient tome, passed down through generations of Wiccans, containing spells, incantations, and rituals that were not meant for mortal hands. Your mother knew the dangers of the book, but Blackwell… he was blinded by his thirst for power.” She pauses, her gaze distant as she relives the memories. “He stole the book from your mother, using trickery and deceit. He began practicing dark magic, performing forbidden rituals that even the most powerful Wiccans dared not attempt. And then, one day… he cast a spell that went terribly wrong.” Demika leans forward, her eyes wide with anticipation. “What happened?”

His desire for her was like a ravenous beast, voracious and relentless that cared nothing for right or wrong. The consequences be damned. The world be damned. His morals be damned. He wanted her, truly, madly, insatiably. She's like a drug he's hopelessly addicted to.

“It’s about the girl.” The girl whose pussy I can still smell all over me. Instead of mentioning that, I decide to play dumb and ask, “What girl?” “Diavolo, don’t blame dumb. You know what girl I’m talking about. My fucking fiancée,” he whispers harshly. I can’t help but smile. Yes, I’m fucked up, but knowing how up in arms he is over his fiancée, one would think if he really cared about her, he wouldn’t have gambled with her life the way he did.