Diamond Comic Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Good morning jack.." Lilly replied with a 'not so interested' tone and jack rolled his eyes at her. Lilly was a Hacker, she collects all the information Damian needs about his rivals or business partners. She was a beautiful redhead with green eyes with great figure and extremely talented in her work that's why Damian hired her, but she and jack never gets along and always fights and argues whenever they get chances just like Tom and Jerry... Damian entered the dinning hall and everyone greets him, he replied back with a firm nod and sat on the headchair.

Tony narrowed his eyes. "I-I mean Marvel is a'ight, I guess? Only hero I ever liked was DC's Batman, though. But dude, why do you have this abomination of a stool?" Dillon furrowed his brow and grinned slightly. "I'll give you that. Batman is a good choice, but not as good a choice as Iron Man, bitch. He's modern day Batman. Gotham's in another universe too. Don't diss my stool, you snot!" Tony pointed at him with two fingers.

Liam and I stared into the empty crater, our breath stuck in our throats, like it had forgotten how to leave. Dante was kneeling at the rocky bottom. But he wasn’t the man who had stepped into the water. He was massive, easily seven feet tall, solid in a way that made no sense. The shattered ribs? completely healed. And from his forearms, his knuckles, and down the ridges of his spine, there were these thick jagged plates of dark bone armor, impenetrable, like the world itself had hardened him. He radiated this primal, brutal power, and suddenly the whole cavern felt smaller, like it had shrunk from the inside.

A way of keeping girls in line with the threat of being used sexually? “I’m sorry.” Domenico removed his gun and stuffed it back in his waistband before standing. “Get him cleaned up and back to Jax.” “Be grateful la Bestia granted you mercy,” Marco said to the slug. My brow scrunched at the name—the Beast. It was fitting. Once again, the slug’s eyes widened and snapped to Domenico. He immediately turned onto his knees, bowing in front of Domenico, arms outstretched on the floor, his head down.

"Shit! I hurt you!" ********

He replied sarcastically, walking towards the sofa set and getting comfortable. “Here.” Atarah threw a brown pouch on his lap, intending to harm the prince, but unfortunately, Dragomir had fast reflexes. “Did you count them?” he asked, checking the content inside. Atarah raised her eyebrow at him, silently saying: how dare you question my math? But Dragomir didn’t believe her. He still spilled out the content on the marble coffee table and started counting. The big chunks of diamonds twinkled like stars against the black surface.

I point at Cassandra, “then threw me into the woods to die. Now you want me back because I returned with power?” Damon’s golden eyes looked pained. He spoke loud enough for everyone to hear. “I was wrong. Cassandra lied to me. She fed me stories about threats to the pack. I let pride and fear control me. I take back the rejection. Annie is not an Omega. She is my true mate.” Gasps spread through the crowd. Scarlett smiled through tears. Cassandra looked ready to kill. I turned to Kael. “You found me when I was broken. You gave me safety and pups. But you left me alone in that cave. You marked me without asking.”

I tried to get these damn cards off me, but it only seemed to make them hold tighter and almost doubled each time I moved. In the end, the only parts of me not covered by cards were my face and dick that the ten still held hostage. The Ten had enough as it shoved the diamond almost entirely into the shaft. I couldn’t contain it. I was tortured like it was her job, and I guess it was, by Shit Witch, and didn’t scream. But that tiny diamond was like the papercut to the most sensitive place on me.

and then I remember where I saw him. This guy walked into Creed’s office that one time. My eyes widen in recognition. “Oh! You’re-” “Luka Volkov, Creed’s Beta,” he says, holding out his hand and I shake it. “You’re the girl I saw in Creed’s office, right?” I nod. “Cherie. I fight under the Volkov brand now.” Why I felt the need to tell him that, I’ll never know but the smile that followed made me relax a bit. “I don’t think we’ve been formally introduced.”

Tito Rommel muttered. “He’s Charles Flemish, 16 years old. He’s kind and nice, he enjoys playing basketball and football, he loves listening to music, he enjoys reading books... Mom, I am 100% sure about him, he loves me and I love him too, he said to me I am the girl he wants to marry when we grow up.” “Still, you are not yet 18! You still broke the rule, Sara!” I can feel the anger in Tito Rommel’s voice. I bit my lower lip while just looking at them.