Diamond Comic Novels & Stories

That was why he chose to do it the way that he did. “Damon knows what he is doing, and Damon is well aware of everything that he is playing with. However, it does not concern him. He does not even give a damn. He does not care.” I said, looking at Alpha Kael. “You know for a fact that he does not care about me.” “That is not true, Sienna.”

His sleeves rolled up to reveal his own set of tattoos, the same as Jayce. I hope she is still fairing well after I last checked on her... The door opened as Damion stepped in with his own boxes of pizza for the men. "I got the hookup." He placed the boxes on the table. "Didn't seem fair that the girls had all the good stuff." "I hope Willow is having fun." Dante said as he placed his glass on the small side table beside him. "She takes some time to get adjusted to new people." "Willow is the Witch, correct?" Damion asked as he opened up each box to reveal the steaming, cheesy goodness within. "She looks really young."

Amber simply nodded as she began to make her way back to her cubicle. Starr began to run through Chris Chariton's bio that Amber had prepared for her. She couldn't help but nod at what she read. He was really good and knew what he wanted. She loved young people who aspired high and knew what they wanted. “Christopher Charming Chariton,” she said to herself as she got to the conference room door. “Let's see what you have to offer,” she added as she pushed the door and walked in.

He seemed to be the one she saw earlier upstairs. "The other one is Jack, and that's Queen." (Their code names... they're named after cards.) After Ace individually introduced his teammates and pointed them out, he held her hand again, diverting her attention from the men in front of her. "We're done here. Go back to your positions now," ordered Ace to them. "It's our break time, boss! And why can't we shake hands? Our hands are clean!" Spade protested, but when Ace glanced at him, he pressed his lips tightly and nodded.

Jackson and Chris revealed that Damen has a huge collection of action figures from different comics, anime, and horror movies. The three of them spent a good portion of time discussing a new line of figures that they are working to collect. Sam, Vinny, and Dante conversed about the different types of beings, lore, and myths of the people, which earned many “ooohs” and “ahhhs” from little Dante.

He thought she was the weak link in the chain. "What do you need me to do?" Mira asked. Her voice was even. Entirely compliant. She didn't offer an ounce of resistance, playing the part of the scared, excluded friend perfectly. Davan’s smile widened slightly, a flicker of satisfaction crossing his features as he reached into his coat pocket. He pulled out a small, heavy silver slip, not a standard business card, but a sleek, unlabeled piece of polished metal with a digital timestamp glowing faintly on its edge.

Daphne blinked several times to make sure she wasn't dreaming. The man that had always given her sweet torture in her dreams was a real person and was right before her. He stood there, his presence both comforting and unnerving. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heart. "Hey, Short thing." He called. "Short thing?" she asked incredulously, her voice tinged with annoyance. "You shouldn't call me that."

"He saved me from Mario" Miss Nosy snickered and shrugs. "Is Mario a bad guy that this guy here will be saving you from?" "Obviously yes!" I answered on Micaela's behalf and miss nosy glance at me with a frown. "Hey don't talk bad about my friend, he's a good guy, it is you that is a bad guy" she retorted and I raised a brow at her. "How am I the bad guy here? I'm not a rapist compared to your friend Mario who is" I scoffed and miss nosy flared up in anger and storms towards me. Micaela rushed up to our middle holding her back from doing whatever she had in mind.

The Pavilion had a few aristocrats roaming around, but not to the extent that they'll bother looking at him padding his way towards the fountain with a statue of a dragon in the middle, spouting water from it's mouth. The fountain was painted in white, as well as the dragon, making the water appear as though it ripples with sparkles.

Some strange man and his open, giving hands. I remember running down a hill in my Hello Kitty boots—the pink ones with those daisies drawn with black-rim lines. No, the boots were lilac. Or maybe that was the daisies. Kicking the dew off long blades of wild grass, my feet flying out in front of me in a thin spray of tiny water drops. Diamanté scatter. Hello Kitty flashing her mouthless, feline face at me from the top slopes of my encased feet, her expression benevolent under her slanted bow. My head throbbing as I slowed, so I pressed my hands to my scalp, feeling heat and grease and tight, tugging pain.