Diabolik Lovers Carla Novels & Stories

Carla Mathew was unable to keep his mouth shut in response to any of my questions; he then gently took my hand and admitted, "yes, yes, I have so much great feelings for you. If something terrible had happened to you, then it would have been the end for me as well. I don't understand how I can say that given that I am aware that you are the queen of all the werewolves and that you already have a mate. But I just can't seem to stop doing this to myself. The only thing that would make me happy right now is to embrace you and kiss you. I've given serious consideration to eloping with you."

Carla smacked her lips. "Please miss, I don't know what issue you have with your boyfriend, but the only thing I can tell you is that, I have no interest in him and never will, so please settle your differences and don't drag me into it, thanks," Layla flashed a polite smile at her. "Bitch," Carla swore, walking out on Layla as she stomped her feet loudly. Layla shook her head as she watched Carla leave; there was no difference between Carla, Scarlet, and Rosalie. They were all witches.

"I thought I could rewrite my story, reclaim what was taken from me, but all I've done is sow chaos." The moonlight filtered through the leaves overhead, casting a dappled pattern on Carla's tear-streaked face. She pondered the path that had led her to seek revenge against Mara, the werewolf who had unwittingly become the focal point of her vendetta. In her quest for power, Carla had delved into dark arts, embracing the twisted allure of forbidden magic to achieve her goals.

I wanted to tell him, "It's all over between the two of us. Don't you already have someone by your side? Or do you want me to be your mistress?" However, all my words seemed to be blocked in my throat. Seeing that I did not answer his question, Steven shouted, causing everyone here to panic and startle: "Diana, answer me!" I looked straight at Steven with hard eyes; he broke my heart. I pursed my lips, not intending to answer his question, but suddenly Karla spoke up: "She's my lover." I frowned at Karla in amazement, disagreeing with his answer. I suddenly heard Steven's cold laugh; it seemed contempt for me. He coldly said:

Matteo looked at Carla, curled up in a corner, her clothes tattered and her body, covered in wounds, his face showing a perverse satisfaction. Carla didn't cry or beg anymore. Those eyes once filled with jealousy and ambition now held only emptiness and a slowly growing venomous hatred. She secretly hid a shard of a broken plate—an unremarkable but sharp enough piece of porcelain. One day, Matteo came down to the basement again, drunk as usual, proceeding with his usual insults and kicks. Perhaps to completely crush what little dignity she had left, he tore at her clothes, intending to violate her again. Just as he pressed down, his attention wavering.

She was too weak to yell further. Carly smirked and showed her her laptop that had the CCTV connected to the room. "This is live my dear Mia" "Luca would never do this to me" "Like you haven't cheated on him yet with the vampire" ...F* to the time at the parking lot..... "Michael stop! let me go. You can't do this" Tears dropped from Mia's eyes as she struggled to get free from him only to fall weak in his arms. "Having fun are we?" Carly showed up.

There was no other way to explain the hideous creatures before her. “So, you think we’re hideous?” roared Stefan. Chloe’s mouth gaped open with surprise as she uttered, “I… I don’t…” “Stop it, Stefan,” the female said as she walked out into the light. “Get out of the girl’s head. She’s a mere human and certainly no threat to you. There’s no need to invade her space like that.” Her voice filled with amusement as she added, “Besides, I’ve already done it. Tristan is her lover boy. In fact, once we turn her over to Antoh, I was thinking of looking this fella up myself. I want to see if he’s really that adept in bed or if she’s just that inexperienced.”

"My name is Julia. For you, I gave up on everything and came to live in the slave quarter. I was the most beautiful woman in the quarter. Yet, you never noticed me. One day, I decided to run into you, but you just ignored me. When I sneaked into your room, you kicked me out of the palace. I was in the heat. I could have had any guy but I vowed to save myself for you and yeah, my overheats killed me." Now, the pain was replaced by hatred. "I was retrieved as a witch to see you have a mate. That was ridiculous. She was inside your car, sitting next to you. I couldn't help but drag that little girl into this mess by giving her a bottle of cursed water." Alastair felt his heart drop to his stoma

A touch of loss flashed under Kailey's eyes, and she turned close to Cario's arms, pouting, "Cario, you're so powerful, your wife is sexually blessed." "Don't talk to me about that yellow-faced woman. She always blames me for not being able to." At the mention of Lillian Anderson, Cario was just full of anger, and his mind would flash back to Lillian's dislike of his face. Kailey shouted incredulously, "Ah? Sister, she even said you can't do it? How much desire does the sister have? Cario is so powerful, I can't even stand it." "That's also because the beauty has charisma, that's why I became so powerful." Cario kissed Kailey on the cheek.

She was taller than me and I can say that she was more beautiful at a closer look. "He once loved me, Liliana. We were best friends since high school. He was my first boyfriend and I am his first girlfriend. But everything changed when he saw you. His love for me disappeared and that is all because of you," she pushed me with one finger. She was angry with me. "I don't care about his past Hannah," I moved backward. I don't want to start a fight with her. She was drunk and she was out of her mind. "I hate you, Liliana. You didn't just destroy our relationship, you even destroyed Xavier's life. You changed him into a monster. He did a lot of evil things because of his love for you," she yelled