Donquixote Corazon Novels & Stories

he tells me then tits his head to the carnage I left in the middle of the room. I slump into his shoulder and just breath, I feel like my lungs haven't had a proper breath since walking away from my dad's body. My heart feels heavy for my lose but somehow alive, it's all because of the man who's holding me tight to his chest while giving out orders. "My condolences Miss Diabla for your loss" says a man with a heavy Spanish accent. "The Castro. The San Torino and The Belmura Families all stand at your side, we will have allies' contracts drawn and send for you agreement in the next few days"

Her eyes briefly met the young girl next to Jasper, her eyes wide and innocent, then flickering with unease as she watched them. The girl gripped Jasper's arm, her fingers showing no sign of letting go. Gone was the shame of being the other woman she had felt the night before. She clung to him like a delicate flower in need of protection. Elaine saw a ghost of her past self in her. She had been that girl once. As Elaine made to leave, Lucy caught her eye, a taunting smile playing on her lips, and she subtly gestured to her neck. Elaine's gaze followed, taking in the pale, soft skin marred by a patchwork of love bites—the unmistakable signs of passionate affection.

" Cortez nodded, how could he not know the consequences of provoking Carwyn? But because of the goddess in his heart, he can go up to the mountain of knives, down to the oil pan. “Sorry… Sorry…” Cortez trembled, repeating his apology over and over. "What's the use of apologizing? Now I give you one more chance. You have to tell me who sent you to drug me. Maybe I can benevolently spare your life, or else…!” Cortez admitted, there was an eloquent aura emanating from the Carwyn that made him tremble with fear, but Mira Aura's charm was greater, Mira Aura would definitely come to save him, would be for him. but touched, but received his love. So he made up his mind not to reveal Mira Aura. “You

“He’s like a Greek god! The jaw! The body! The jawline, girl, the jawline! I can’t—I’m going to faint!” Dark turned, frowning in confusion. “And who is this?” he asked, still holding Roxane. Roque raised an eyebrow and smiled cutely. “Hellerrr! I’m Roque… your wife’s fabulous bestie from Spain! Don’t worry, I’m safe. But my heart might not be… because I might fall for you, charruuut!” Roxane almost laughed but tried to keep a straight face since she was still sulking. “Roque! Behave! That’s my husband!”

Anger surges in me again, and I sneer, "Leave!" "Kicking me out of my own house?" He chuckles, but his smile doesn't reach his eyes. "That's cute! But Sweetheart, have you decided yet?" My face burns in embarrassment. I revert my gaze with my jaw clenched. Pressing his cigar on the astray, he stands up and makes his way to me with steady steps that give me a bad vibe. I swallow at the sight of his muscles bulging through his military short sleeve shirt. No matter how angry I am with him now, I can never deny this attraction and desire I feel at just the very sight of him.

The hidden white ribbon on his wrist seemed to burn against his skin as realization dawned in his crimson gaze. “That is why it has gotten worse lately,” Luz continued, pieces clicking into place. “Every time I see her– every time she touches me– it feels like fire under my skin.” Mestre Escuro’s smirk widened into something amused as he watched Luz’s controlled façade begin to crack under this new revelation. “Every time you deny yourself your feelings,” Mestre Escuro corrected. “All these years serving me, you never once indulged. Never once gave into your desires. always the noble stoic knight…” Luz’s amber eyes flashed with something dangerous, the black veins along his jawline pulsing e

The instant she stepped into the sunlight, something inside me stirred. Not the mate bond but something else. Something I couldn't quite fathom or explain. Onyx, who had been grumbling only moments ago, suddenly went completely silent. "Onyx?" I called but was met with silence. My brows knitted together, wondering... why the sudden attitude. Then, for the first time in centuries... My wolf whispered a single word. "Impossible..."

His entire demeanor changed before he threw the thing away like it burned him. I raised a brow, watching him like he had grown two heads. “You okay?” He turns to me slowly, his eyes burning with rage. I didn’t know what was making him act that way but he looked like he wanted to kill me. That obviously piques my interest. I got up from my chair and picked the thing where he threw it. I turned the wooden oracle around and my mouth fell open when I saw the front of it. One side of its face is also ruined and disfigured. Kind of like Donovan’s. I looked up at him and saw how he was clenching and unclenching his jaw. I didn’t need to ask the question. I already know.

The woman assured before cupping her daughter's cheeks and pecking her forehead softly. The mother faces Isabella with a sad look. "Mama loves you, my piccolo fiore." She whispers, both of them closing their eyes as their faces become drenched with tears. [Translation: my little flower] After what seemed like eternity, the woman had finally gained the courage to separate herself from her child. She stood up, making sure to close the closet doors in hopes of hiding her daughter's location. Isabella was able to peek through the small crack of her closet. Her eyes following her mother's figure with a longing glance as her hands cover her mouth, trying to silence her own sobs. Stifling her cries

Her hands held Kaylila's fingers tightly, as if she didn't want to let go again. "Where are we going?" Ask Kaylila. "To a place where no one will bother us. I just want to be with you. I'll do everything you want, all you want. But don't leave me. I beg you..." Please Genta again. Kaylila doesn't speak Genta's words. Usually Kaylila will soon collapse with persuasion Genta, after the quarrel occurs. But somehow this time Kaylila felt empty. No more compassion, compassion, sense of belonging, love for Genta anymore. Kaylila bit her lip. There was a bitterness that suffocated his chest. It's possible that the taste Kaylila had for Genta has disappeared.