Diabolik Lovers Subaru Novels & Stories

“Possessive, amore mio?” “Always,” I whispered, nipping his ear. “You’re mine.” We hit the next mark, a Colombian cartel rep eyeing the Chevrolet Suburban. “10-speed auto, 420 hp V8, weighs 8,000 pounds armored,” he said, impressed. “How much?” Dante smirked, arm around me. “Bids start high, señor. Eagerness drives the price.” The man laughed. “You two are a team. Dangerous.” “Damn right,” Dante said, pulling me closer as another VIP, a French banker, approached too eagerly, his gaze on my legs.

Darius pointed. “Yes, because we don’t want to hear you four going at it at all hours of the night.” Yūri laughed. Riko blushed, covering her face as we reached the white Honda Elysion eight-passenger van we had rented for the week. “Sweet ride, Hibiki.” Elijah nodded to the giant beast.

"Fine.., Non sai cosa mi fai donna." "Thank you," I said as I leaned in to peck his cheek. My excitement was over the next level. Sin stood up from his seat, and I followed him. He opened a door leading to a parking lot filled with a lot of expensive cars like the Bugatti La Voiture Noire, Rolls-Royce Sweptail, Koenigsegg CCXR Trevita (2006 model), Lamborghini Veneno Roadster, McLaren P1 LM, Lykan Hypersport, Bugatti Veron Mansory Vivere LE, and Aston Martin Valkyrie Ferrari. Pininfarina, Sergio; Pagani Huayra BC. My eyes caught sight of a very beautiful leather Sheene bike, and I walked towards it in awe.

“Absolutely. Get in.” Even in such dire conditions, Chloe couldn’t help finding amusement in watching Tristan fold his oversized body into the front seat of her Toyota Echo. She gave him credit for doing it with no complaints. After pointing out the levers that would adjust the seat to give him more head and leg room, she started the car.

I finally leaned closer to Dad, needing his warmth and strength. "Vulcan neck pinch, huh?" said the Detective Winchester finally. "That's a new one. Sure you don't want to change your story?" His obvious skepticism made my face redden. Dad cleared his throat and the detective's eyes shot toward him, narrowing. "Okay," he gave in, leaning back in his seat. Dad nodded with approval. "What about Dante's car, Ms. Parker. Can you describe it to me?" I shrugged. "It was a Blue Suburu WRX, STI, I think. Leather trimmed upholstery."

Diego said and smirked. "And what's that?". Rocco asked. "That I don't give a fuck!!!". Diego screamed aloud that he was sure that his voice might have blocked Rocco's ear. He hung up the call and threw his phone at the backseat. He turned on the engine of the car,"I don't give a fuck if you have a man Silver, you're mine". He said while revising his car and turning the car wheel to the road before he zoomed off. * *

APRIL I do what he says without even thinking. The car ahead of me is swaying from side to side, almost like it’s riding waves on a stormy sea. My vision blurs, then steadies as I blink several times and force my legs to move. Somehow, they take me straight to the car. I climb into the passenger seat. Diablo is already sliding over the hood, carrying the black suitcase in one hand. He jumps in beside me, tossing the suitcase into the back. Before I can even buckle my seat belt, his foot slams down on the gas.

, Ava asked. " I am dammed serious ", Kabir smiled. Ava didn't say anything and left, " My shift will be over at eight by tomorrow ", Ava turned and informed. " Then candle date will be a good option ", Kabir passed a toothy smile. ............... " Fuck !! why the hell we are stuck in this traffic jam ", Avni cursed. " Hold on !! ", Alina said. After a few minutes, the traffic jam got cleared, and Alina drove at full speed.

Jeremy didn’t linger after storming out of the boardroom. He bolted for the private garage under Cali Solar, boots hammering the concrete, fury driving every step. His two Italian beasts waited there—prized machines parked like royalty: a Ferrari 812 Superfast, red as spilled blood, and a Lamborghini Aventador, black as midnight.

And the money he loaned would miraculously cleared one day. Ha?! Who does he think he is. Besides, he was a Lycan. Subtle was not his preferred method. What he hadn’t expected though, was finding a mate there. He shook his head. A werewolf and an Omega. He pressed harder on the gas pedal of his newest car. He truly loved the car, especially since only two had been produced. His attempts to buy the other one hadn’t been successful, so far—not that he would give up. Come to think of it, it would be the perfect mating gift.