Doa Doa No Mi Novels & Stories

As the Donna of an Iyvalian mafia, I'd barely touched down in Strallard when a livestream flashed across my screen. A pack of barely-dressed girls were filming, phones in hand, voices shrill with fake outrage. "We found the bitch—she lives right here!" "That troia had the nerve to come after my best friend's man! We're dragging her out and giving her a public lesson!" They panned the camera across the neighborhood. I paused. Wasn't that my building?

“Your pregnant Mrs Smith.” The doctor said to me, my mind went blank. How was this possible? We had always been careful. When Mr Smith had sex with me, I made sure to take the pill. There had to be a mistake. “Mrs Smith, are you ok? You're pregnant.” The doctor repeated to me again. “Are you going to tell Mr Smith?”

I stop to gaze behind Damian, hoping to catch a glimpse of another man that Mr Riccaforte might be referring to, but fate seems to be playing a dangerous game with me. "D.A.M.I.A.N.?" I whimper, dropping back to my seat. No! No! No! Is this a joke?

I looked over to Damon who was already looking at me, and he rested his forehead on mine as he closed our eyes and danced to the rhythm of the song Who's fault is it🎶 That's I'm crazy about you🎶 You're in every single dream🎶 And I'm thinking about you🎶 If you wanna do,do,do me right 🎶 Do,do,do,do,do🎶 If you wanna leave it all tonight 🎶 Do,do,do,do,do🎶 When there's nothing left🎶 Except you and this🎶 Champagne kisses🎶 Champagne kisses🎶

Maria said smiling “Maria calm down” the DPO said “What are you waiting for? Go ahead since that is what you want to do” Maria said and Bayo could feel his finger squeezing the trigger slowly while Maria smiled “No don’t Do this please… Please no, no” and a loud bang to the head splattering the DPO’s blood on the wall “No! what did you make me do? you witch” he said loudly. Maria looked at the door and it locked; some men were banging on the door

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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It was not until the others quieted down that he finally spoke, voice faint. "Isn't the outcome obvious? Ten million. She'll definitely come. And she'll come wearing a wedding dress."

Xavier pushes the bell again, these time they could here shuffles of footsteps coming towards the door from inside “Who is it?” A tiny voice said, it was Sofia’s ten year old daughter, she was five at the time of her mother’s passing. “Uhm, Hello” Celine says “We’re here to see Mr. Dave” The door creaks open and the young girl scans them from up to down before letting them in. “You should brace yourself” she says “He’s in the living room, recovering from a hangover” Celine wonders why a ten year old knows what a hangover is.

The ambient glow of the city below was swallowed by the thick, rolling storm clouds, leaving the helipad isolated in a dome of howling darkness. But in the exact center of that helipad, the rain wasn't hitting the ground. It was vaporizing against a rip in the fabric of the universe. The Door stood entirely vertical, a two-dimensional sheet of impossible, shimmering violet and gold light. It had no frame, no depth, and cast no shadow. It defied gravity, logic, and every fundamental law of the modern world. Where its base met the wet concrete, the water boiled instantly, hissing into steam that smelled sharply of ozone and ancient, turned earth. The light it emitted pulsed with a slow, rhythm