Diabolik Lovers Carla Novels & Stories

This time, he aimed it at Willow. Even though Willow had modified Chase's techniques, most of her vital energy was still cultivated using dark energy. That was why she was also a target of Shale's. "Mr. Collins, I'm begging you. Please save Carla!" Fallon watched as Shale's black goo began to merge into Carla. Carla's beautiful face slowly became ugly. He was in pain. Fallon had many women and was a player. However, that moment made him realize how much he cared about Carla. She was his true love.

I said. “Oh, I’m very real,” she replied softly. “You created me.” The hunter appeared at the edge of the courtyard, watching silently. Even it seemed cautious now. The dark Kiara tilted her head. “You accepted light and shadow,” she continued. “But you never accepted me.” Energy pulsed outward from her, heavier than mine raw emotion without restraint. Theodore stepped forward slightly. “You don’t come closer.” Her eyes flicked toward him. Interest sparked immediately. “The Lycan King,” she murmured. “The one she softened for.”

Calliope is a woman with no identity, she experiences violence throughout the years and she doesn't even belong to a caste system. She doesn't know herself and she is lower than the lowest when it comes to power. As she experienced the worst scenario in her life she meets a vampire and a werewolves clashing with each other. She became tangled with those two and later on realized that the two are an alpha and a royal vampire. Meeting them will change her life forever as she discovered who she really was. Can she make it as she steps out into the unknown?

Her heart ached as Elizah turned her gaze out the window. "I’m sure the perpetrator wasn’t Liam. The police caught the wrong person, Julie. I don’t want to live like this. They let the real perpetrator walk free while Liam is imprisoned!" Elizah’s voice was heavy and filled with anger. Julie fully understood her sister’s feelings but could do nothing except try to calm her down. Julie fell silent, recalling something: "monsters." Yes, Elizah screamed "monsters," meaning there was more than one perpetrator. "Monsters. What do you mean by monsters? Did you feel there was more than one person?"

Now, it felt like a weapon. He faltered, fingers stilling. "How did you—" "Doesn't matter," I said, grinding against his hand to force him back into rhythm. "Tell me about her. While you make me cum. Prove you're not hiding more." His eyes darkened, a mix of anger and arousal. "Fuck, you're ruthless." He resumed, faster now, his free hand pinching my nipple. "Her name was Carla. Gold digger. Fucked around, drained my accounts. I... helped her along. Same as Elena. Antifreeze in her gin."

Carla would reveal every ounce of information she possessed, without hesitation or resistance. Minutes later, Carla was ushered into my presence, trembling under the weight of my dominance. Her fearful eyes met my fierce gaze, flickering with a mix of fear and confusion. She knew the power I held over her, the consequences of withholding crucial details about Catarina's whereabouts. Her trembling form was no match for my towering presence, my might ready to descend upon her if she dared to deceive me.

Carista's lips were babbling incoherently, her two beautifully hanging breasts were devoured by Elgar, making Carista unable to hold back her desire which was getting bigger and bigger. Shit! Carista felt like she was being toyed with more than necessary, but she couldn't rebel. Even in the second game, she asked Elgar to play longer, she also acted like a prostitute to get the satisfaction she wanted. “Carista, you are amazing!” praised Elgar. "Just stay like this until dawn greets us, you really make me not want to let you go." Damn it! Carista actually wanted to end it all, but for some reason she didn't feel satisfied. I don't know what medicine was mixed into the food and drink he ate.

She was standing there with her friend, another nurse named Megan, both of them covering their mouths like they were trying (and failing) to hide their giggles. “Oops,” Carla said, her voice dripping with fake sweetness. “My bad, Lila. Didn’t see you there. You take up so much space, it’s hard to walk around you sometimes.” My cheeks burned. I slowly pushed myself up, ignoring the pain in my knee. “What is your problem, Carla?” She stepped closer, her eyes narrow and mean. “My problem? You. Walking around here like you own the place. First you sink your claws into Dr. Black, now you trying to steal Dr. Hayes too? You really think you can bag two men with that fat body of yours?”

He didn’t make me his Luna, but he was my most loyal supporter, putting most of his assets in my and the pups’ names. I’m not Lisa’s replacement, not a useless Omega or a housewife. I am Carla. An excellent healer, a great mother and a happy she-wolf.

Taking out some notes, she slips them into the back pocket of her jeans, grabs her coat, sets the alarm, and leaves. ************** *LORENZO* “What?” splutters Carla. “You? In love?” “And why would that be so improbable?” I note that she doesn’t continue her line of questioning about “gangsters.” “Lorenzo, the only thing you love is your dick.” “That’s not true!”