Diabolik Lovers Game Haunted Dark Bridal นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"You're threatening to kill people and you think—" "Alex Brooks, twenty two, junior studying engineering. Dating Emma Smith from his thermodynamics class. Lives in Palmer Hall, room 247." Each word fell like a blade, surgical and precise. "Mara Blair, twenty six, graphic designer at Morrison Designs. Lives alone on Fifth Street, drives a blue Honda with a dent in the back bumper." The blood drained from my face so fast I thought I might faint. "How do you know—" "I know everything about you." He placed a fresh contract with deliberate care beside my abandoned crossword. "And I know everything about the people you care about."

“Which is exactly why this is happening.” That made Elara pause. "What? How? Why?" Felix continued, his tone maddeningly calm, almost reverent. “You can say that... He’s proud.” The word landed wrong. Elara blinked. “Proud of what?” Lisa leaned forward, her eyes glittering, and her voice dropping conspiratorially like she was sharing the punchline to a private joke. “That he stole someone’s bride on her wedding day.” Felix nodded, entirely serious now. “Stole her! Married her!! Lives with her now!!!”

“The legendary lycan Alpha, Kennis Blackwell, is coming to our territory. He’s seeking a young woman between the ages of 20 and 24 to become his Luna.” Gasps rippled through the crowd, and I felt the flicker of dread take root in my chest. Kennis Blackwell, his name alone, stirred dark thoughts and fear in every soul present. An ancient beast who had survived centuries, he was infamous for his ruthless nature and refusal to take another mate after losing his. Why, then, was he interested in a Luna now?

Each person controls a world leader, running the underworld and carefully maintaining the balance needed in such a world filled with human greed, death and destruction— willingly ready to be seen as the devils. Zayn Hellfire was not a Devil. He was Hell itself. “Tea, Don?” Giana places the cup in front of me, her milky gray eyes staring at me even though many cannot do the same. For she is blind. I don’t bother to give a response but she doesn’t wait for one as she places the cup and saucer down on the table. It’s Darjeeling tea, one of Eve’s favorites, but now I am no longer sure if she ever liked it.

Lydia, my usual, stood up and made her way over, she was a pretty brunette, although dull compared to my fiery red goddess. “Damien, no room this time? Or are you feeling adventurous to do it in front of everyone?” she looked hopeful. I smiled, “Sorry love, just the blood tonight.” Her face visible dropped, “Did you find a new lover?” “Lydia, you know I have many lovers,” I reminded her, granted at this time, I wanted none of them, they never felt like anything either, just a way to satisfy a need. I only ever took a willing partner though.

she hissed, eyes wide as she yanked me into a shadowy corner. Her face tightened with fear. “You can’t talk about that out loud.” “Why not?” I whispered. “Because,” she leaned closer, “every maid who did… ended up dead.” A cold wave slammed into my chest. I pressed my hand over my mouth. Dead? “But who is she?” I begged. “Please. I have to know.” The maid glanced over her shoulder, lips trembling. “She was the Lycan’s mate… his bride. She was murdered by demons during the Dark Rise.”

The room was dark, with only a faint light falling on the bed from the lamp beside it. The growl grew louder, as if the hunter had found its prey. From the shadows of the dark room, a shape slowly emerged. Xavier’s entire focus was on her, capturing every flicker of emotion on her face. He bit down on his lip while watching her, a cruel curve forming at the corner of his mouth. Her whole focus was on the dark shadows slowly getting clearer to her, and her eyes went wide. A scream tore from her throat at the sight of the. Hyena…..

Her lips pressed in a thin line, skepticism evident, but I knew she was relieved after hearing the reason, even if it wasn't true. “I still don't like it,” she muttered, shaking her head. “This revenge of yours, I know you think it'll be successful and I know you're a very smart girl but you're playing a dangerous game.” I swallowed hard, she had no idea. She hadn't seen the things I had seen for the past few days. It was more than dangerous, my father's diary, Ricardo’s secrets, Eric Gambino. They all flashed between my eyes. She had no idea.

**Lust's Asylum: Twisted Confessions** **Host’s Introduction** Welcome back... Some contracts are signed with ink. The most dangerous ones are signed with flesh and soul. Tonight’s confession is about a desperate young woman who entered a fake marriage with a dangerous mafia heir… only to discover the contract demanded something very real: her body, her womb, and her complete surrender. This one is dark, possessive, and brutally breeding-heavy. Here is the confession of “The Contract Wife.”

“I want in. I saw how you looked at Elias that night in the basement. The way you came harder knowing he was watching. Figured it was time to share the fun. Or should I just send everything to your parents right now? The blowjob. The cabin fuck through the window. All of it.” My face burned with humiliation and unwanted heat. I stepped forward despite myself. “This is insane. You cannot just show up here demanding” “Quiet, bookworm,” Damien snapped, but his hand reached back to grip my wrist, thumb stroking my pulse point. He turned to Tyler, voice dropping to that commanding tone I knew too well. “You think you can waltz in and take what is mine? Elias is not some toy for the team.” Tyler’s