Doa Doa No Mi Novels & Stories

I don’t know but it feels like we do have this awkward presence for each other and we both don’t know how to make it not an awkward one. “Why did you argue with Primo?” My head was occupied at that moment they fought over me. I still don’t know why and I want to know why they did it. “He’s just an annoying and arrogant peasant who pissed me.” Doom buries his face in the pillow. I replied, “Correction, he doesn’t look like a peasant for me. He’s a company holder and a future CEO.” “But he looks one. Tss,” Doom glared at me. I chuckled to tease him. “Okay, fine! But why were you arguing? And why did you murmur my name earlier?”

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The fear in them was satisfying—a reminder that betrayal in my world came with a steep price. Rising from my chair, I flipped the knife in my hand, testing its weight as I took a slow bite of the apple. I chewed thoughtfully, savoring the moment. "In the spirit of friendship, Mateo," I said, my voice dropping to a menacing whisper, "I’ll grant you one last wish. Choose wisely. It’s the only choice you’ll ever get." "Please, Don… mercy. Kill me quickly," he begged, his voice trembling with the understanding of what mercy meant coming from me.

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I thought you said he was a donor. “Kare desu. Kare wa donā desu,” she responds. (It’s him. He’s the donor.) His eyes widen, and she says something else I don’t quite catch. Jaden looks at me, then her, then back at me. He stands and strides toward me. I glance at Ami for a clue, but she seems calm. Is he going to hit me? Should I run? Before I can decide, he’s right in front of me.

The way she said my name like it meant something. And I wondered how much of it was real. When we got back to the penthouse, she went straight to the bedroom. I stayed behind. Poured a drink. Called Dante again. He picked up with a groan. “You’re obsessed.” “She got a message.” “From who?” “SOM.” Silence. Then: “You’re not wrong.” “I want everything. Background. Training. Affiliations.” “I’ll need a day.” “You’ve got six hours.”

Shawn pulled out his phone again and opened our chat window. For a moment, I felt a flicker of hope. Jenna’s face turned pale. Her eyes reddened as if she was about to cry. However, Shawn simply blacklisted my number. It felt like I had been thrown into an icy abyss. I was trembling. Shawn said, “There. Now she won’t bother us anymore.” Jenna’s expression brightened. She quickly leaned her head against Shawn’s shoulder and spoke in a soft and delicate voice.

Mia said softly. "You know what happens when we do? Shits get real"

Then, Dawn said something neither of them was expecting. “I miss you.” When those words left his lips, Dawn almost crashed into the car in front of him at a traffic junction. Thankfully, his reflexes saved him. “I missed you too!” Aqua clutched her phone with both hands, not missing a beat. “Come back soon, Don. I’ll be waiting with sushi.” Agreeing quickly in a dazed state, Dawn ended the call quickly. What the heck did he just say?