Diabolik Lovers の小説・ストーリー

After his brief outburst, Duncan and his two trusted subordinates let the maids handle Selene and the mess he made while they went back to the main mansion, straight to his father’s office. Anger remained swelling up inside of him, all the while glaring into the other house just beyond the hedge maze. He could not calm himself, sensing that there was something wrong. “We caught the culprit, and she was no alpha. She was a freaking omega. Which means she couldn’t turn her. So how does that explain her healing herself?”

Determined to get answers, Lucas stood up abruptly from the couch and made his way towards Camilla's bedroom. Lucas entered Camilla's room with a mix of determination and anxiety. His heart pounded in his chest as he saw her sitting on the edge of her bed, tears streaming down her face. The sight of her crying pierced his heart, but he couldn't let his emotions cloud his judgment. "Camilla," Lucas said, his voice filled with a mix of frustration and sadness. "I need you to be honest with me. Are you and Dorian more than just friends?" Camilla looked up at him, her eyes red and puffy from crying. She took a deep breath, trying to compose herself before responding. "Lucas, I swear to you, Dori

He became her escape 2-3 times a week and it was going great, until the night they added a third. Having little confidence and opportunity to give into her love of the female body, she thoroughly enjoyed her night with the woman her dom had chosen for them. By the end of the night she was on cloud nine, wedged between her two lovers and falling into a dreamland that held more pleasure than she could ever hope to have. The first time she half awoke, she thought it was a dream, when it was in fact her dom and their lover of the night having an argument. She hadn’t thought anything of it until a sudden vision of her dead ex appeared in her dreams once she fell back to sleep. One second she was

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?"

Rocco stood beside us and he handed her the phone that I dropped, but I snatched it and screamed. “I hate you, Renzo Valentino. I hate you so much. I hate you as much as I loved you. You once said that you were a monster, and I accepted you, I accepted that because I knew that you would never hurt me, but now I know that your heart doesn’t know what love is. You will forever stay alone like a cursed demon. You will remember me forever and everything you have done for me. I curse you with every tear I cried for you, with every tear I shed because of you. But I promise you this one day I will be back in your life and you will be at my feet begging for forgiveness that I will never give. I will

--- On the drive back, it started to rain. Soft and steady, like something was melting. Dominic’s voice broke the quiet. “Do you know what I hate most?” Matteo shook his head. “Liars.” Matteo swallowed hard. Dominic didn’t look at him. “I know when someone’s hiding something from me. I know when they’re afraid of being found out.” Matteo stared out the window. “Then why keep me close?” Dominic’s voice was softer now. “Because I haven’t decided what kind of liar you are yet.”

Unlike Sophia’s lovers’ quarrel or the handsome senior’s brutal fight, Danice took a completely different route—turning enemies into lovers. The first half of the script was filled with insults and anger. Then, gradually, those harsh words began to sound like confessions. It was as if the two characters couldn’t accept their attraction toward each other, forcing themselves to hate what they could not deny. No matter what they did, they were still drawn to each other, like moths to a flame. Some in the audience favored this interpretation; others preferred the handsome senior’s raw intensity. In the second trial, the audience was divided. As for Sophia, only her most loyal fans continued to v

“You want to go back to a life that was slowly killing you? Back to a man who loves the idea of you but doesn’t see who you really are? Back to pretending you don’t have fire in your veins?” “Leandro loves me!” “No he doesn’t. He loves how predictable you are. He loves the sweet, accommodating nurse who will give him a comfortable life and never ask for more than he’s willing to give.” Dario’s voice was gentle now, almost hypnotic. “But I love the woman who pointed a gun at my chest. I love the strength it took to sacrifice yourself for a room full of strangers. I love the fire you are showing me right now.” “You don’t love me!” She moved backwards, putting distance between them even though

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.

I lay on my hand, propping my hands behind my back as I rode off the coital aftershocks. Kennis's POV I had never liked Eliot. He was a sleazy man in tailored suits with a crooked smile. Now, seeing him look at the little wolf as if she were the only female in the world made me hate him even more. He clearly had no boundaries and lusted after my Luna. My lycan was roaring in my head as I recalled their brief interactions. The way their eyes would lock and hold. I would kill that son of a bitch sooner or later.