Doraemon Gian Novels & Stories

A few days ago, Gwen suddenly got the news that Doflamingo Donquite from the Donquite family was getting married to Dora! To tell the truth, when Gwen had heard the news, she was shocked. After all, it hadn’t been too long since the accident had occurred. Did Dora really lose her memories? Even if she did, it was impossible for her to get married to Doflamingo in just a few days! it didn’t make sense.

Dorian opened the door, pulling me back from my train of thought. He loves to call me that and that is why I chose the name for my cafe. "Dorian is back!" "Mama is back!" Two energy boxes rolled out of the house as soon as we reached the door. "Hi, Aaron." Dorian picked the hyperactive pup in his arms. "Momma!" "My sweet Gio." I picked my other pup in my arms. Aaron becomes a chatterbox once he sets his eyes on Dorian, but Giovanni always wants to stay with his mama.

Aurora frowned looking at the man. He was Dora’s fiancé. This man came as an unexpected factor. Looked like that Dora ran back home in horror and told her fiancé about everything that happened last night. Aurora could be sure that this was just an honest mistake and Dora didn’t try to tell on them on purpose. It was just that this man named Gorden turned out to have a soft spine and a big mouth and chose to work with the monsters who tried to hurt his fiancé.

He was in the Caribbean with mom, having a grand vacation for a month. "Gian!" finally dad answered, "I've been calling you for ages, where are you?" "I was in an interview, I muted my phone." "Oh. Was that today?" "Yeah," I answered impatiently, "what's going on? Why were you calling me a lot? Is everything okay? How's mom?" "We're okay, your mom is totally fine. It's your aunt Jodie," there was a pause, then I heard him exhale heavily, "she slipped in the supermarket and broke her arm."

He mocked. "Ugh... just forget, "It's Kenzo. Why do you bear 'Giordana'?" "Well, mom is half Italian although she was born and raised in America. She decided to name me after her maternal grandmother and the name is the Italian translation for Jordan," I explained. "Oh, cool," He nodded. "And by the way, I'll call you Kenny or Ken instead of Philip," I announced with a big grin. "Noooo!" He groaned. " I hate that name."

I ask. Gia shakes his head. "Not that I know of. If there's anything, I bet Cesare is keeping it to himself. He's not telling. Do you need me to pry his lips open?" Gia is my second younger brother, my second in command. Torture is his expertise. Despite his gentle look and friendly smile, Gia can turn into a devil when needed. He's good at making them talk and disappear off the face of the Earth. He looks calm and harmless but he likes to turn people into a mess when they don't talk upon being tortured.

Mr Carter said with a tone of seriousness. Daemon went upstairs to his room closely followed by Gwen, Mr Carter saw the uniform arrangement in the way they walked and laughed. Now Inside his room Daemon took off the tracksuit partially because he wants Gwen to adore his body which is more muscular than before much to his surprise and he noticed his hair is almost at shoulder length now. "Welcome again mi casa" Daemon said crossing his legs in an Italian mafia fashion which made Gwen burst out in laughter. "Oh please don't do that again..... Ha... Hahaha... Sorry but it's just that you're too buff to be a mafian boss" Gwen said mid laughter.

Dora added. “So that I can fuck Kartika till the last of our breath!” Varz added. “He has been matured now,” Arz said smiling. “Yeah, literally,” Alfi said in disgust. “Well, Doki-Doki users are weirdos. I shouldn’t have been surprised hearing his "true" motive in the first place anyway.” Alfi added. Duo's head emits purple Iru, and it runs entering Varz’s body. “AND NOW YOU CAN USE DORADUO, THE SWORD ON YOUR WAIST. I AM SURE YOUR MOTHER IS HAPPY RIGHT NOW.” Duo said.

He's kissed far more gentle before he pulled away, wrapping his arm around my waist. My heart thundered as we turned to face the figure in the doorway. Giovanni. Calm, collected, dressed in charcoal gray, and holding a file folder in his hand as if he hadn’t just walked in on something wildly inappropriate. But I saw it. That flicker in his eyes. That crack in his composure. Just for a moment. He stepped forward, setting the file on Damon’s desk.

"What's that poor thing doing with you? Haven't you dumped her for the last two months?" "She wouldn't listen." Damon focused on Cassandra, as he kept smacking her buttocks to make sure his cock got a way through it. I saw everything. I was pissed off. The gift I had bought for him was not even an important thing now. Damon was playing with my heart, and he seemed to mean it. "Damon!" I shouted his name once more, trying to get his attention.