Dio Approach Novels & Stories

M•Ï•A͙ (Mɛʀciʆɛรร Iɳ Ɑctiѳɳ) Sequence 15 Author's POV ____________________________________________ I just can't believe what I'm hearing coming out from the DPO's mouth. " the case is closed and it's going to stay that way.,... so let it be" the DPO said. " SIRR" i said surprised. " that's just it......just leave it" the DPO said.

I replied, forcing a casual smile. “Is that so?” Dio scrutinized me for a while, his perceptive eyes seeming to see beneath my lie. “It is,” I repeated, internally begging him to let it go. After a thoughtful pause, he seemed to hear my silent plea and shrugged, seemingly satisfied with my explanation. “Fine, whatever you say,” he said resting his Nike-clad feet on the stoop of my door. “I actually came because I felt bad about how today went for you so I thought I'd come over and treat you to a meal.”

I give you my deep gratitude for this- Say… Do you have a favorite color? ‘’Yes…Purple. I really love purple.’’ ‘’Do you want to see a magic trick?’’ ‘’What is a magic trick?’’ ---- His huge wings flails with every step of his feet, Niru came back to his childhood place to see the tablets that his late-father carved with the texts of DEOS. It shocked him that the texts in the stone tablets have also changed according to the new DEOS. ‘’So…. DEOS is a tool to manipulate reality… And whoever wins the war gets to use this power to bend this reality of this world.’’

The others were at the inner part of the house so it would be troublesome if you left those thugs alive. Dio nodded and walked towards the receiving area. He hid behind the pillar and clenched his fist when he saw how those people managed to laugh after one of their men died after his slaughter. He crouched down and touched the ground as he focused his mana on his fingers. He imagined the skill that he saw from Carter and visualized the poison mixing with the ice as it moved towards his target. He walked towards the ten gambling men that were totally frozen. Their pale lips started to turn purple because of the poison but Dio was not satisfied with their death. He clenched his fist as he vis

He asked pleasantly and David groaned, his body still finding it hard to let go of the shock. "Never better" he muttered with clear sarcasm. "Well," he flipped the file in his hand, "after running a few more tests. I'm happy to say that you are a free man but I advise you allow yourself quality time to recover from the trauma. For now, your muscles need resting and cardio therapy" After finalizing the papers and giving his last remarks, the doctor walked out, and once he left, David's eyes went back to Dawn who bit hard on her lip and played with her fingers.

A couple is making out on the kitchen counter, but one glare from Dior sends them fleeing into another room. I lick my lips. "What do you mean by that?" "Well," Dior opens the fridge, searching for something on the shelves. He takes out a bottle and places it on the counter. "Since you're going to wind up being my mate, I think you might need alcohol—it might soften you up and keep you from rejecting me." My lips twitch into a smile. "So if we were mates, you wouldn't want me to reject you?" Dior doesn't reply. He glances at me for a brief moment before he is stirring up a drink. The secretive smile playing over his lush lips is so distracting, and before I know it, I'm standing before him,

Diyo nodded in agreement, his eyes telling me he's ready. One of the aspects that had always impressed me about Diyo was his propensity for action rather than idle talk. He possessed a quality of being a doer, a man of action who let his work speak for itself. This was precisely why he was an invaluable asset to our mission. Standing before the door that belonged to the girl we had been diligently tracking, I turned to Diyo and questioned, breaking the silence, "Is it this one?" Diyo, ever the man of few words, responded with a thoughtful, contemplative "hmm" sound, his expression betraying neither confirmation nor doubt.

I said, my tone growing sad. "Oh? Well, you selected Atlas, who is a fine horse. I'm sure you two will make amazing choices. We are proud of our work here.” I said, petting Aeraki. "Very nice to meet you, Ismene-Eirene. Since you call my brother here Andy, you can call me Dio. It's charming that you worried for him and Atlas.” Dio said, his tone warm and friendly. "And that's why I asked Andy for help. Horses are something of a thing in our families,” he explained. "

No pretending this didn’t matter. But Dio, I’ve never wanted anything more. “Yes.”

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