Diabolik Lovers Brothers Novels & Stories

the way he said it made it sound like it was something offensive. Liam pressed forward and I quickly grabbed his shoulders to hold him off. “You've got a problem with it?” he hissed. Dean grinned and cocked his head to the left. “Why should I? I mean she's a whore and—” That was the moment everything shifted. Liam's expression hardened, and before I could react, he brushed my hands off and stepped forward. With a swift, blurred motion, he threw a punch that connected with my brother’s jaw—a brutal, resounding impact that sent a wave of chill through my body.

She smirked and said, "Interesting topic. My brothers. Firstborn and next line King Leonard Martinez 33 since 1489 but not crowned yet cause his beloved still didn't show up. He is the most dangerous one among us if he gets angry or provoked. He is also so caring and protective when it's come to the family. I never saw him smile wide in all these centuries. He loves me most and always gives me whatever I asked for but never gave me freedom and Independence. Then my second brother Liam Martinez 31 so a sweet guy who knows what to talk at the right time and to person. He can get angry when someone lies to him. He hates that most. He is the one who helped me to achieve my dreams and gave me win

The brother grabs Kevin's shoulder while looking into his eyes in anger. "Why am I working under him as a worker?" "Because I want revenge and brother I'll help you destroy the Salvatore family." Kevin and his brother stared into each other's eyes in anger. Their anger will subside only when they destroy the Salvatore family and kill Aaron Salvatore. "Brother, I want Doctor Samantha and Damon Salvatore." "These two are our only weapons to destroy Aaron," Kevin said. "I’ll bring you to them. This is your brother's promise to you." Kevin smiles devilishly. To Be Continued.

I wagged my finger at their faces, taunting them. “I want the both of you to see this,” I said looking at the two brothers. The Salazar brothers are known on the black market for having ruthless hearts. I'm just not sure if they could still stay indifferent when they see the people they care for slowly die in an excruciating death. I flashed them a smile as I walk around the table and spotted the pliers on the toolbox. Perfect. “Antonio, how much do you love your nails?” He opened his mouth then close it, then open them again.

The danger of being caught just made every thing to feel sharper and hotter. "Damien... oh god," I whispered. He kissed me hard, swallowing my moans even as he moved faster. "Tell me who fucks you the best." "It is you, you do," I breathed against his mouth with a soft cry. His cock hit my g-spot and my eyes rolled into the back of my skull in a blink. “Tell me whose cock you always want, always crave, every single day.” My voice was shaky. "My stepbrother. Only you."

Another step back. Ashely's face hardened. "You made out with my boyfriend." Sloane's eyes flicked to mine. Those misty brown things said really? you're just going to stand there? "I didn't know," she shook her head. "I didn't know he was—" "Everyone at Passion knows he's mine. But you just had to be a whore and get a taste, didn't you?" "I just want to leave." "No." Ashley turned to the others. "Not until she gives us a show. Show us how you sounded with Lexter and then you can go."

Natasha rested her head gently against his shoulder. "You've listened to me, so tonight...I'll listen to you." Ethan let out a quiet breath. "I don't know where to start." "The beginning." His eyes remained fixed on the rain outside. "When people hear the word 'mafia', they imagine power, money, fear but they don't imagine children." Natasha stayed silent. "My brother and I...we didn't grow up like normal brothers, we grew up as competitors, our father believed affection made men weak so he never praised us, he compared us."

Sebastian's pestering voice rang into the hair as he walked through the door past Helen, who bowed immediately. “Leave us,” he ordered. “But she just got there,“ I could hear his words indicating that he could just forget about being unnecessarily boring. “What you want isn't important, dear sister; my orders are most important!” he snapped just like the egoistic brother I expected him to be. Just a few seconds ago, I was happy to see, learn,learn and know that there had been a whole lot going on, yet seek to prove that Freya had been designed to have a father like that who shaved her away into the darkened yard, a stepmother who wanted me dead and to make things worse, she somehow wound up

"I'm not going there, Dad. He kicked me out. There’s security. There’s Ethan." "You aren't going there as a critic," Rahul said, a dark gleam in his eyes. "You’re going there as a guest. I’ve already sent the message. If he doesn't invite you, the photograph goes to the Times. The 'Legacy' burns before he can play another note." I looked at the photograph. The boy in the picture had the same grey, searching eyes that had looked at me with such desire without permission only hours ago. I felt a wave of nausea. The enemies-to-lovers trope wasn't just a literary device; it was my life. But the "lovers" part was a lie, and the "enemies" part was deeper than I had ever imagined.

It began with: Am I to blame? For years, my stepbrother has been starring in all my fantasies. He has always been caring despite his cold demeanor, and has been my rock through the good and the bad times. We have recently kissed, and now he’s asking me to become his lover. I don’t know what to think and have no one to confide in. Thoughts? Simone soon went to take a shower. And under the soothing hot water, as her muscles loosened, she could almost forget all her concerns.