Doraemon Gian Novels & Stories

Magda said with great interest, "Because it's fun." “Damon’s character is indifference and cold but when he’s with you, he looks happy and relaxed. I can see that he really loves you, he even went as far as to use Gia as a shield for so many years." “But Gia has a unique significance to him, as a link to his relationship with the Delucca family, as a powerful link who can help him rise to great power in the future, as a weapon in the pursuit of power and the highest wealth, and, of course, at certain times, as a comfort to his spirit."

A couple of months later, Gia saw a van park in front of her door, she nervously locked the door, thinking it could be Juno. She was surprised to see that the person getting out was Dorrian, she hadn't said anything to him, hoping to give him a nice surprise, Gia opened the door and went out to greet him. "Dorian!" She greeted him smiling. Dorian looked at her for a moment, her belly was noticeably bigger than the last time he saw her.

His ride dipped down so that Gavin could return the wave and share a smile with Nya before the dragon shot back up into the air, its wings flapping furiously to gain the proper height. One of the dragons, a large green one with no rider, fluttered down from the sky and came to rest not far away from where they were standing. He quickly transformed into a familiar form. Nya cringed. It was Gator. At least his clothing stayed with him, as it had with Slate and Flint, and he wasn’t standing there undressed. “Gator! It’s great to see you!” Flint said, running over to clasp hands with the trainer. “You as well,” Gator said. His eyes fell on Nya, and he grumbled something that might’ve been a gree

At last Dae decides he want the 'Doraemon' and points at it. Aroon smiles and pays the man for the balloon. The younger giggles as the man difficulty unwinds it from among the other balloons and hands it to him. But before he could properly hold the string of Doraemon, it flies away into the sky and Dae unintentionally whines like a child looking at the balloon flying away. He tilts his head and looks guiltily at Aroon with a pout on his lips. The older literally had to resist his urge to pinch the younger's cheeks. " I'm sorry.", the younger utters.

Quinn. “This is the Jewel of Giordano’s Telecommunication company Sir. I can assure you that with this, the world will see us as different.” I stared at the holographic projection, the sleek new model of our communication device hovering in mid-air. It was the culmination of months of work, the jewel of Giordano Telecommunications’ upcoming launch. The board members around the table leaned forward, expressions eager as they waited for my approval of the presentation. “Mr Giordano, the integration of the new encryption algorithms with the AI-driven interface is exceptional,” remarked Sergio, one of the senior engineers. His eyes gleamed with the fervour of a man who saw dollar signs in every

His ginger-colored hair framed his face perfectly which gave him an aura of authority and a presence that naturally demanded attention. Dorian, on the other hand, was dressed in black shorts and a black T-shirt. His dark hair was neatly tied into a ponytail. Just like the last time Aurora had seen him, she could still tell from a single glance into his brown eyes that he wasn't someone to be underestimated despite the friendly warmth he often displayed.

I look at him in awe, his smile and his dimples make me remember that of Eren's. “You got dimples too!” Eren says excitedly as he notices the guy’s dimples. “Mommy got dimples too.” He whispers to him, glancing at me. “But ours are more indent than hers.” He flatters himself, forking his fingers in his dimples. The guy chuckles and ruffles the soft dark hair of Eren. “Beautiful.” He mutters, his eyes strangely sparkling. “Look mom!” Eren cries out, jumping a little. “His eyes are the same colour as mine!”

The act wasn't so Damien at all. Or at least wasn't the Damien I knew at all. "You want to hold him?" He asked, "Oh, can I?" "Yes of course," He said and handed me the teddy bear, it was so soft and fuzzy, I couldn't help but press into it as I cuddled it tightly. "His name is Doraemon and he is my favourite and most treasured thing in the world. He is eight years old," Damien explained, "He is so cute," I said.

It consisted of a large glowing monitor, a keyboard, and a central processor tower with multiple open data ports. I reached into the small hidden pocket lined inside the bodice of my gown. My fingers found the tiny, black hacking drive Adrian had given me. I pulled it out and stared at it for a brief second. This tiny piece of plastic held the power to destroy a mafia empire. I jammed the drive into the open port on the console. The monitor flared to life immediately. A black terminal window popped up on the screen, lines of green code scrolling too fast for me to read. Then, a thick progress bar appeared in the center of the window.

Earlier, when Dorian defeated Dave, he had used a supreme metal-attribute defensive technique. Shia assumed that Dorian's hidden ace would be something related to the five elements. Now, an even more formidable attribute had appeared—spatial—which truly caught Shia off guard.