Doflamingo Drip Novels & Stories

I asked while glaring at George. "Dirty secrets!" George said and winked at me, making me want to puke. "Huh! Stop pulling her legs George! Now let's start our game!" Hailey exclaimed. Tom started spinning the bottle which stopped pointing at Hailey. "Truth or dare?" Tom asked Hailey. I took a bottle of water and struggled to open its cap with a single hand. Sensing my struggle, Hailey loosened her grip on my other hand, still not releasing it. I sighed and opened the cap while hearing her say "Truth."

I put the gun against the back of his head as he bent down to retrieve Dillinger’s gun. “Down,” I said and he went flat on the ground. I put the Jericho back in the holster and took the Karambit out. I pulled his head backward and brought the knife slowly to the front. “Jericho,” he groaned. “The Karambit, best damn slicer in the world,” I said and cut his throat. The gaping wound made gurgling sounds as his breath escaped through his windpipe and I let his head fall forward. I wiped the blade on his shirt and put it back on my belt holster.

I tried to struggle from their hold but they were too strong. Slowly, I felt myself getting weaker as I inhaled the intoxicating drugs into my nostril. My blurred sight enveloped in darkness and in an instant my body shrunken in defeat under their solid hold. I tried to reach for someone but all I could see was blackness. I tried to scream for help but I couldn't even open my mouth. All were absent including all of my remaining senses. ......

Dream... you are my dream. You come and go as you wish, Even when I am awake. My heart flutters spreading its wings, Sensing your heat. Losing myself alone in my room, My body blooms, smelling you. You arrived like rain, Sending shivers with your gaze. Makes me wanna get drench, Soaking my every inch. Look at me and touch. Teasing me is a bit much. Let me feel all of you. And let the storm slowly brew.

I heard the water splashing and its flow so i assumed we're near a body of water. I waited till my dizziness go away before opening my eyes. I felt my lips parting in admiration of what i saw. It's a falls! I saw how the crystal water fall from a height. It is surrounded by tall and green trees with flowers of different colors surrounding it making the place look so magical. I remained here, wandering my eyes around to savor the view in front of me but when i heard the footstep from my left side, i saw the vampire wearing his coat with his wet look and based on his appearnace, he just finished swimming.

Damon growls softly. I can only look down at him as he pushes my ankles towards my head. I grip the sheets. Yeah, I can be his slut. Fuck! I don't care anymore. I can be his sex slave if he wants me to be. I will do anything to feel him inside me. Filling me. "I'm going to fuck you now." Damon nibbles on my clit, making me cry out. "Please, yes, yes, please fuck me!" I cry out. "Fuck me!"

] He looked straight at the fire mage. [Do you understand?] “Understood,” replied Johan, his face serious. He held the vial in both hands and broke it open on top of Dorin. The flame was almost invisible. It seemed to cover his hands before it dripped and spread down Dorin’s face, entering his gaping mouth. Dorin stirred, but his eyes remained closed. [Feel the flame, Johan. Can you make the same?] Seb asked him. [Remember, it purifies, but does not burn.]

“Because it looked a lot like Pine Shadows’ mark to me.” Drago swallowed hard. “You don’t understand…” “Then make me understand.” For a moment, it seemed he might. His eyes went to the fire again, then back to me, like a man caught between fear and confession. His lips parted…but before a sound could escape, his body began to jerk violently, with his fingers clawing desperately at his throat. “Drago?” He stumbled backward, gasping, choking. Foam began to froth at his mouth, and the scent hit me before realization…sharp, metallic, unmistakable.

Judging by the burning in my chest, the dragons are spitting fire. “Let me think for a minute,” I say, shaking my head as I lift the mouthpiece on my shoulder to my lips. “Stephen, I need you.” His reassuring voice materializes into my earpiece. “I don’t think you want me backstage.” “I do, in a white lace-trimmed silk negligee.” “Talk to me.” Tears burn the back of my eyes. “Meet me in the sound booth.”

He muttered as he returned to his slumber, eager to escape the situation. As he drifted back into sleep, he couldn't help but notice that Davina had set up a makeshift bed on the floor using a mat and a spare duvet. The irony of the situation was not lost on him, but he chose to ignore it. ************************************* The night passed, and Davina awoke feeling parched in the middle of the night. Determined to quench her thirst, she decided to venture to the kitchen for a glass of water. As she stood up from the mat, shea noticed that Xavier's bed was empty, prompting her to wonder where he had gone.