Diabolik Lovers English Dub Novels & Stories

He took a deep breath, attempting to control the storm brewing within him. “I loved your mother more than words can convey, you don't know how much I missed her,” he said, his voice strained. “Don’t question my feelings or motives. You’re too young to grasp the complexities of adult relationships.” But before he could continue, his daughter’s grief-fueled defiance took over. “Did you really love my mom? Or did you only marry her because of her wealth!” Elissa shouted. ‘slap’ In a surge of frustration, Alfredo’s hand met her cheek with a sharp slap. The sound echoed through the room, leaving an eerie silence. His eyes widened, realizing the weight of his actions, while his daughter’s tear-str

“What are you doing here?” Leo’s arms crossed over his chest, his posture rigid. “I went to the bar to find you, but you weren’t there. So I came here. And now I see why.” He jabbed a finger in my direction, his lip curling in disgust. “You’re with her.” The venom in his tone made my skin crawl. “Logan, I can’t believe you’re letting yourself be played by this... gold digger.” My jaw tightened, but I said nothing. Logan’s hand twitched at his side, his voice growing harder. “That’s enough, Leo.”

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?"

Rosa met James in a restaurant that he owned and because she was dressed in a shaggy clothing he thought she was an employee in one of his lowest restaurants. They had an argument and they resented each other after that day. James thought Rosa was a lowlife and also arrogant and Rosa thought James was just a rich jerk. They cross paths again in the most unbelievable way possible. Curious about their story? Find out in My Enemy is My Lover.

Basilio DiLustro, on the other hand, I devoured all I could find. One day, Basilio would become head of the New York Syndicate. And he was just as deadly, if not more, than his father. Although, he didn’t strike me as being as cruel as the infamous Gio DiLustro. After all, he caught me falling off the balcony. It was kind of romantic, if you really thought about it. Like a Romeo and Juliette kind of romance. My brows furrowed. Those two had a tragic love story. Maybe I should refrain from that comparison.

The ground ripped outward, throwing Dante aside. Theron snarled and attacked. The beast struck him with a force that rattled his bones. Theron’s claws flared, blood spitting as he deflected the blow, but he reeled back. Daniel unleashed silver light into the beast’s flank. The creature roared and turned, satisfied rather than wounded. The silver sizzled, weakened light swallowed by darkness. Sarah whispered to David, her face ghost‑white. She wanted to step forward. I grabbed her arm. “Stay back. Don’t”

"I remember everything about you." Matteo took a sip. It was too sweet. It was perfect. "I also remember," Dominic added casually, "that you mocked my taste in movies, so I’m forcing you to watch one tonight." "God, not John Wick again." "You love it." "No, Leo loves it. He’s ten." Dominic raised an eyebrow. "I’m going to pretend you didn’t say that." Matteo giggled. Actually giggled. It slipped out before he could stop it.

“I don’t want to go alone… I’d feel a little lost. I’m thinking of inviting my two close friends—Mia-chan and Eri-chan. You haven’t met them yet, right? I’ll introduce you someday, so they can get to know you too.” Heri froze for a second. “W-wait... meeting her best friends? Oh no, Sakura…” He covered his face with his hand, unsure whether to laugh or panic. “Haha, have fun, okay? Tell me all about it afterward. I’m super sleepy, heading to bed now.” “Selamat malam!” Sakura replied—in clumsy but heartfelt Bahasa Indonesia. Heri chuckled softly. “Well… she probably meant ‘Selamat Tidur’. But still, learning takes time.”

Elliot went still, his jaw tightening, eyes darkening. Jade slammed his locker shut and turned to leave. He only took a few steps when Elliot grabbed him and shoved him against the lockers, roughly. Jade sucked in a breath, barely having tim to react before Elliot's hand pressed firm against his shoulder, holding him in place. "I love it when you act tough, pretty boy" Elliot said, his voice low and dangerous. His Italian accent rolled off his tongue. Elliot had moved to America from Italy when he was fifteen. Most of the time, his English was smooth, controlled but when he was pissed, or when something got under his skin, that Italian accent comes out.

Diana sneered. "Look at you... A sl*t's gotta sl*t, isn't it? Getting all mushy… with a foreigner even now. No wonder… Diarmaid hates you. When you're finally dead, I'll return… to the Nimbusa Mountains… and be his wife!" "Aww, just listen to this 80-year-old virgin gloating! Diarmaid doesn't like you at all. The woman in his heart has been me all along… and once you're dead, we'll finally be the match made in heaven… we were meant to be!"