Diabolik Lovers Genre の小説・ストーリー

It was repulsive. "Take care of him and let Romano know that he was useless. He didn't know shit about Diablo" Diablo was the cause of every hatred in my heart. He was the reason why vengeance was embedded so deeply in my every senses. Every gunshot that was ever caused by me,by my fingertips left behind a dream of it being him behind the trigger. "Send in Damien",I growled out Shit is officially about to hit the fan I hear a knock on my office door.

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?"

BEFORE STARTING! JUST READ THIS FOR CAUTION! Hiii loves, thank you for reading this! Just to let you guys know in advance this story is not for the weak! it’s really dark, with a lot of abuse. I do not support any of that! ♕𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑅𝐸♕ 𓆙dark romance𓆙 𓆙forbidden love𓆙 𓆙betrayal𓆙

" We crossed our lips even though I couldn't respond. I expected him to give me another painful kiss, but I didn't expect to be given a really delicious and unforgettable kiss—the reason he forgot to fight the first time. I cherished the many wonderful kisses that every lady would like to taste. The slow kiss exacerbated Dawin's feelings at the start, as I reciprocated his kisses. But Dawin remembered my boyfriend again in the middle of the kiss, so he nipped my lips before releasing me. When I realized the young man had stared at us for a moment, my lips opened and our eyes communicated. "You do not know what you've gotten yourself into, lady. Because you admitted you were ready to be my wi

Tik-Tok lovers? " Brandon…….Ahhh" she moaned back sexily, purring like a wanton lover. He grinned deviously and he bent down and captured her swollen lips again. Kissing her with so much passion and love. Teasing her. Then gradually his kisses became rough and demanding. Consuming her thoroughly. And she likes it.

The fact that he admitted that he is capable of killing is scary and I need to choose my words wisely. My anger turned to confusion though. "What are you talking about? How am I yours?" Diablo's expression didn't change, but I feel like his voice took on a hint of menace. "From the first day I saw you, I knew that you belonged to me and I will do everything possible to make you mine." He stated categorically. "I know you are scared and all but I didn't bring you here to hurt you. I brought you here to make you comfortable, to get to know me and eventually fall in love with me... I will give you anything you request for, just to make you happy and comfortable." He stated but the only thing I

Oliviér could only spot a bored expression, seeing the lunacy in the needless dramatics during sex Gods knew only humans would be sexually excited from seeing something as simple as fangs. Some bare to their monsters eager to enjoy "the pleasure of their lives". Oliviér moved his eyes from the girl with two werewolves with her. The girl bent herself down to take one of the Were's members in her mouth while the other stroked his cock. He didn't even know where to turn his gaze to as everywhere was filled with the unwanted nudity of someone. Oliviér only thought with the nature of this night house it should be particularly harder than bribing to enter.

“And besides, the children are all safe. What is the door made up of? It was very strong. I believe it won't even purge if I gave it my all." "That's Dinosaurium. Believed to be the strongest metal in this world." “Ooh…” Dante looked out to the moonlight as shadows of black clouds almost covered it. “When will they come around? You know she needs something to kill. When she changes, her instincts will take over.” “We will wait,” Lazarus said. Dante looked at him. “Hmmm. Given your character and how I was told about you, I thought you’d be fun to be with.” Lazarus scoffed but said nothing.

“And more to come.” In their bedroom, they climbed into bed, bodies fitting together as naturally as breathing. Brielle traced lazy circles on his chest. “Do you think we’ll ever stop being surprised by this life?” she asked. He kissed her forehead. “I hope not.” She closed her eyes, contentment washing over her. Enemies. Lovers. Partners. Parents. Home. As sleep pulled her under, Brielle knew—with a certainty as solid as the man holding her—that some love stories didn’t end.