Diabolik Lovers Game Haunted Dark Bridal นิยาย & เรื่องราว

An evil smirk formed on my lips thinking about my prey and punishment for my darling wife. " Bring that person to the basement of my mansion in the woods ", I said and hung up the call without asking if it was a boy or a girl. " Sugar , if it will be a girl then your punishment will be less but if it turned out to be a boy then you will see hell today itself. I already get jealous if you spend time with others rather than me then if I get know that you are in contact with any of the male then how can I let it slide ", i whispered and went to check on my girl.

The foolish Diana actually bought it and asked, "What happened to your face?" Sarah smiled bitterly and cried a river. "Something's happened in my family." She didn't elaborate any further and changed the topic. She held Diana's hand and said tearfully, "Did you find the thing I asked you to?" Diana nodded and took out a box of medicine with a foreign label from her handbag. She said a little shyly, "These are aphrodisiacs. My brother said that men won't be able to hold themselves back after taking it."

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Hyacinth I was playing a dangerous game. Silas and I had been careful—too careful. But that didn’t change the fact that, behind closed doors, away from prying eyes, we were slipping. Every stolen glance, every lingering touch, every whispered word in the dead of night pulled us further into something we couldn’t name. Something we couldn’t stop. The fortress that was Alpha Gerald’s estate had too many eyes, too many ears. Yet somehow, in the chaos of running a pack, in the shadows of responsibility, we found slivers of time. Moments that shouldn’t have existed but did.

“We will discuss this later.” She motioned for her soldiers to follow her and headed in the direction of the sounds. When they came upon the large room, the vampires and the werewolf were still bent over while Chloe lay in a heap between them. Verona’s eyes went fiery red at the sight of a half-dozen dragons filling up the room. Her voice was rich with hostility as she hissed, “You dare step foot in Meta territory?” “Spare me,” Myriana said as she set fire to Verona with her breath.

And now they had left to do their part with a single slaughter butterfly attached to them for their communication with her and Damon. It was high time for her to do her part of the job and it would start in the arena. The arena where the Diablo Festival would be held tomorrow was the place where she chose to ‘kill’ her lover. She only hoped that she could pull this through. The Diablo Festival was held at Rancid City, the capital city of the Nether World, in honor to the very first demon monarch long before the seven demon lords existed – Diablo. The Diablo Festival was two things like what Damon told her – gore and bloodbath. The two things that were like vices to the demon folks – death, d

This had to be some twisted spell. “Welcome to the love game,” a pale, ancient vampire announced with a smirk. “A love to die for.” Hunter almost laughed. Love? Yeah, right. But he’d play along, for now. He’d fake it until he could figure out how to tear this whole place apart. The games…

she said, “a truth.” The cards around her hands spun faster, churning in the dark water until they blurred into a single smear of color. Then they snapped into place in a neat row: Death. The Tower. The Magician. The Lovers—reversed. Of course. Her finger tapped each card in turn, little vibrations sending ripples through the liquid. “You are a Key Author,” she said, voice gone low and resonant. “Your stories built the bones of this game. Your heart gives it blood. As long as you fear love, it will feed.”

“You’re done, Isabella.” But Isabella only laughed softly, cold and triumphant. “I think we’ll see about that, Damian. The game isn’t over — not until the last piece falls.” Lightning struck outside, illuminating the hallway in a blinding flash. Glass from a nearby window rattled violently. For a moment, the world hung suspended — Damian, Adriana, Isabella — three forces locked in a deadly dance of love, power, and betrayal. Adriana gripped Damian’s arm, fear mingling with the surge of adrenaline. “Be careful,” she whispered. “She won’t stop.”