Doflamingo Speech Novels & Stories

Watching this pair of shameless lovers put on such a melodramatic show in front of me almost made me gag. With a mocking sneer, I said, "You should feel guilty. My dear husband chose to save his old flame while leaving his actual wife to fend for herself. If I were to spread the word, do you think the two of you would be drowned in public outrage?" Celestine stiffened for a moment at my words, but she quickly recovered and suddenly lunged toward the wall as if to bash her head against it. "Let me die! Let me die! It's my fault Ophelia got burned. I'll compensate her with my life!"

Then, I heard a musical voice, “I am the spirit of Life. Is there nothing you want to live for…” “No,” I said but Sopramo’s face flashed before my eyes yet again. I continued the rhythmic chanting in the hope that it will be accepted. The flames started becoming dimmer and dimmer. A strange cold air bit my skin and I felt like I was being enveloped in snow, layer after layer. My teeth chattered as I tried to chant the spells steadily. “Do you wish for death girl!” A screeching voice resounded in my ears. I almost stepped out of the formation in fear.

I looked at her who’s already staring at me intently. “I know that’s not the main reason why you were there in that messy weather. You can tell me anything. That’ll only be in-between us and I won’t judge you. So, please pour out whatever storm is there within your beautiful soul.” She spoke. After hearing her comforting words, my eyes automatically started their water falls. “It’s okay my dear child.” She spoke while placing my mug on the table and held my trembling hands.

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

I'm sorry" over and over. I gently stroked her head, my voice still soft as I told her, "It's okay. No one in this world is incapable of making mistakes. As long as we recognize them and are willing to change, that's what matters." Finally, I said, "Don't ever do something like this again. No matter how much you love someone, it should never come at the cost of hurting others or yourself."

He muttered under his breath through gritted teeth, “Jaelyn, you’re playing with fire!” In Doflamingo's eyes, the four greatest household were nothing but trash. It would be too easy to get rid of her. However, how could she ask him to go in himself? This was the first time in so many years that someone is dare to talk to Doflamingo like this! Doflamingo was intergued by new treatment, he decided to torture Jaelyn after going in. He would let her know that what she had just said to him was absolutely forbidden.

*********************************** In the bustling kitchen, Davina focused on preparing a delicious batch of spaghetti when Xavier strolled in, his curiosity piqued. "What are you cooking?" he asked. Rather than offering a verbal response, Davina opted to showcase her culinary creation by lifting the pot's lid. Xavier raised an eyebrow. "Why didn't you just answer me? It looks like you're cooking nonsense," he remarked, provoking her annoyance. "I'm a skilled cook, and this is going to be delicious. If I were cooking nonsense, it's none of your concern," Davina retorted, her patience wearing thin. Xavier's response was a dismissive grumble. With a chuckle, Davina assured him that she will b

Before that next day came, Bruno had already discussed with his beloved, the undying soul of his affection. His tone on the phone was very low, he sounded like someone that feared being heard by another. “Hi diva, what's up", the low voice of Bruno came. “Babe, I'm good...how was it? She whispered. I was complaining about the low tone of Bruno whereas, Enola's own was more like a whisper. As if someone was at the door trying to hear her voice but she tries everything possible to cloth the voice. Like someone that was talking to his God in silence, the two lovebirds discussed at length about the site survey. The talk from there entered to something rather more erotic, the words were becoming

“J‍esus⁠ Christ! What the fuck is this?” Tears, panic and ch‍aos. It was beautifu and poetic, almost watching her fracture, watching h‌er mind splinter in every d⁠irecti‌on‌ at once. Finally after mon‍ths of p‌l‌anni‌ng and waiting the Falco⁠nes were going to feel this also. I‍ strai⁠ghtened, victory th‍ick on‍ my tongue. The only way to‌ get rid of t‍he we⁠ig⁠ht‌ on my chest of the f‌ather and broth‌er taken fr⁠om me was by blood and her blood. Damon glanced a‌t me, eye⁠s lit. “Ga⁠me on, brother.”

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.”