Dio Fan Art Novels & Stories

Questioning him with intriguing feeling, curious about what has happened to him and am I just worrying over nothing? “I’m sorry, Lily. I just do have a lot of works and stuffs to do,” Doom apologized. I crossed my arms. “You won’t explain what happened to you? I was worried! Or I was just worried for nothing?” “You've already know that I am no human and I do a lot of inhumane work.” He looked away. I tried to compose myself. Why am I losing my cool over such a thing? Come on, Lily! Keep it up!

“Sure?” “Yes. Do it now. I'll give you my permission!” Diana breathed in real quick. She would do everything to let the pain out of her fucking head. It was certainly making her feel like she was about to eat kimchi; not that she hated the taste, but the smell was worse than that of a durian. But who cares? All she ever wanted was for the pain to go away. Durian would do, but kimchi? No No! But she loved Lee Min-ho and the awesome Goblin, what's his name again? Gong Yoo? Yeah, that was him.

I almost wanted to laugh at how dramatic I had made it up to be in my mind. Damiano then grabbed the card, and my brows went up when I recognized the image on it. It was the very same one he had tattooed on his chest. The hooded skull, the crown, and the massive angel wings. It was my favorite tattoo of his. One I had memorized and recreated many times in my sketchbook.

Dante sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose before nodding. “There is no use objecting on this, you won’t let me leave anyway; therefore, might as well stay, right?” He teased, making me laugh “do you at least have a charger for me to charge my phone? I’m guessing that calling Leonardo would assure him that I’m fine would be the best thing right now”

Dio had not told on her. "Why do you care?" "I don't mess with things that are mine." He replied,bringing out a pencil. She watched as he sketched out trees at the bottom of the cloud he had formed. His white shirt was mildly stained with a blue paint, by the arm, but his focused remained on the art he was creating. Twenty minutes of watching Anthony was all Sandra needed to know that he knew his shit. Art was his thing. She watched as he pulled back, rising from his seat.

Will Dante help me? ******************************************

“ …..You sure are an interesting type Antonio . “ said Damian getting you from his seat and walking around the table as he leaned on the table in front . “ Interesting type ?… “ said Antonio confused as he stood in front of Damian . “ You are kindhearted , polite , cute looking . “ said Damian then Antonio sighed . “ Can you please not call me cute ? I am a man after all . Being called cute is…..weird . “ said “ Weird ?…..Hmmm……then , how should I call a man whose house is filled with Mickey Mouse pyjamas , eye folder , and other cartoon toys like One Piece and Naruto…….If I am not mistaken , I even saw some figurines of Sailor Moon and other strong female leads of other cartoons . “ said Da

All I could see was a hardworking person, who was doing everything he could to meet up with the standard of the society. Nothing else. "Well the main artist in D band is Diego, Damon's best friend and his fiancee, how many jobs do you have?" I explained further. "As many as I can handle, I never thought I would run into you here, I mean...it's nice to see as always but..."

Bring your hot self and your hotter boyfriend. - Priya: I’ve already started a petition for “protective boyfriend rights” if anyone gives you grief. 47 signatures and counting (mostly bots I made, but they count). - Theo: [attached photo of a doodle: cartoon Dante in a sling throwing a football heart, cartoon Eli holding a book like a shield] For moral support. Also I’m bringing snacks. Tell Dante no protein bars allowed. I laughed—first real one since the article dropped—and showed Dante the thread while he was still half-asleep, propped against pillows with an ice pack taped to his shoulder.

"Okay Mr. Fuck Fangs, I'd like to explore your club and get to work, but I need a sub. I'd also appreciate a recommendation. Tonight I want a male. He needs to be tall, with dark hair and eyes. Some heavy muscle would also be nice. If you have a twin brother, I'll take him." Damian gives a robust laugh. I hate to admit to enjoying the sound. I also hate how sexy laughter is on him. "Your wish is my command, and I have the perfect sub for you." Oh, I just bet he does.