Dio And Giorno Novels & Stories

The two people sat next to each other on the worn-out couch. The only source of illumination in the dark, dank basement was the laptop in front of them. They were wearing identical black hoodies and black jeans, with a metallic mask covering the lower half of their face. It distorted their voices, which was convenient because they weren’t supposed to know each other’s identity. “We need code names,” one said to the other, typing away on the laptop. “Alright, I’ll be Star One,”

(Good morning sir) "Buongiorno signore." Fiona greeted and he just gave her a sly smile. (Good morning sir) "Hey, buddy." Ivor shook hands with Adriano before he came beside me. "Buongiorno nonno. Buongiorno zia." He said in Italian without glancing at any of them. (Good morning Grandpa. Good morning Aunt) "Mattina," Eddie mumbled. The bright face from before has suddenly turned to an angry one. (Morning)

"Luna? What is Luna?" "Luna is the eternal partner of a werewolf leader," explained Jack, his thumb continuing to caress Angel's lips. "Since the first time I saw you, my heart felt that you were my Luna." "Maybe you misunderstood, Jack," Angel put on a smile that looked stiff, "I'm not a werewolf like you." "For our group, an eternal partner does not have to be a werewolf. And an eternal partner is determined by the Moon Goddes, with a sign that we can smell a very strong scent. That's what I feel for you, Angel..." Jack's gaze looked fixed.

A week after, Jimmy and Lord Nylian were having breakfast alone. The table was silent, only the sound of the juice glasses and cutlery setting on the marble table could be heard. The Duke was reading Dreamy Day, the number one newspaper in the kingdom. The writers and editors made sure to include all the things that happen daily in Fantasia, such as the next game of Golden Basket; it's the same concept as the regular Basketball game on Earth, except that it's played in the air. The players are mostly fairies or creatures that have wings. They must pass a kind of silver balloon and throw it on the golden basket that floated peacefully in the air.

“I hope I am not late, Lorenzo. This if for you from me and my fiancé’s behalf.” Gia handed a gift bag to Lorenzo who thanked her and then looked at Augustus. “It is nice to meet you, Mr. Ferrari. I am Lorenzo Bianco. Thank you for coming to this birthday party.” Lorenzo forwarded his hand to shook hands with Augustus but he did not forward his hand. Gia clenched her fist seeing how Augustus was acting up.

Damiano grunted and watched intently as he pleasured me with his fingers. “I want you…” I whispered, desperate for him to be inside me. His smirk widened as he hoisted my leg onto his shoulder. With a swift movement, his fingers left my body, and he entered me, driving deep inside with a single, rough thrust that made me whimper. Damiano's relentless thrusts caused my moans to escape, blending with his primal grunts that filled the room. “La tua fica è il paradiso…” Damiano let out a soft moan, his thumb tracing gentle circles against my clit.

Was it a different language than English or was it just gibberish? ~~~~~~ She looked at the pages more intently than ever trying to see if it was just the normal gibberish but No! It wasn’t, There was something common in the words, In every page she finished the words with 'Dallarosa' Aurora quizzed her eyebrows as she ran through the pages of the diary, Every last word of every name ended with 'Dallarosa’ This couldn’t be gibberish right? How can she purposely write Dallarosa on every page? What were they missing in this equation? Something wasn’t right at all!

Logan is her target and she can't have the feeling of being able to weaken her. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Discoteca Payone Di Dario Evola is a great place for lovers of the night world in Palermo. Neon blue light illuminates everyone dancing on the dance floor. Music with a very loud voice invites anyone to dance. On one of the benches, Kim is observing people enjoying life by letting go in a dance that can make them float. Then Kim's gaze pounded on a young man who had just stood up from his seat after receiving the money. That man is wanted by Kim.

I blamed my father for that habit, but it came in handy when I knew to keep my distance, mind my limit, and not to disturb those who didn’t want me to. “While I don’t want to leave you lost in thoughts, I know to respect your decision.” I said, and he smiled. He kissed my temple as the two of us walked toward our chairs. Mario was already sitting on his own chair, and following his gaze, I didn’t need to be told that he was looking at Luna Claudia as she walked up the stairs alongside two of the men. Giovanni was already getting inside. “Thank you,” Diego said, taking me off guard before he took my hand in his, kissing my knuckle as he did. “For respecting my need for privacy and for not pre

Nia laughed uncontrollably. “Congratulations, my prince.” “Thank you, mamma,” I walked up to him and hugged him tight. “Now, young lady. What is it that you wanted to tell us?” I asked. “I have met someone also,” I glared at Farid. “It’s ok, mamma. He’s a good guy.” “I hope so,” Gio said, taking a deep breath to calm himself. “His name is Stefano. Stefano Salvatore (pronounced Sal-va-tor-ay),” Gio’s eyes widen.