Doulo Dalu 2 Novels & Stories

Outside of the Club, Dua wrapped up her shift and changed her uniform into one of her casual dresses which hid her body from the unwanted attention Dua walked on the same route and then suddenly felt a presence behind her. Her alarm told her that the person was none other than Her Saviour, Arin. Dua walked aimlessly but then her steps halted in front of a stroller of masala dosa. (South Indian Dish) Arin too stopped following her and Tarun stopped driving the car far away from them. Dua turned around and searched him through her black empty eyes. Arin was startled by her sudden turn.

He pushed me back, away from the door that closed behind his back. Nabastala Putra, the real name of a gigolo who claims to be Aryo. More interesting, actually. However, this man who was taller than me by a few inch seemed to investigate our surroundings with an annoyed look. "Just a moment..., just a moment." My forefinger and thumb formed a small pinch in the air. Perhaps pinching the tanned circles on his chest was much more fun than starting a conversation like this. "Guest, Bro?" Another voice asked from the open door behind Aryo. Ah, I'm used to calling him that.

Dave widens his eyes as his heartbeat pounds fast, "Don't go there!" "What? Why not? I have already sent reservations for me and my friends. We have been planning this for so long and now you're telling me to refrain?" "Who told you about that village?" "It was Raya. She got it from a flash advertisement in her Realface account. What's the sudden concern, Dave?" "I know that village, I have been there once but I swear I will not ever come back. You will just regret it and will realize that I'm right." Dave lifts his shoulders and shows a half-smile.

"Dad? Dad, where are you?" Samuel’s voice echoed through the high-vaulted ceilings of the mansion. Receiving no response, he began to climb the stairs, his footsteps muffled by the thick, plush carpeting. "Dad, I’m home!" Inside the master suite, the air was still heavy with the scent of sweat and spent aggression. Mr. Onijikan jolted awake at the sound of his son’s voice. Panic, sharp and cold, cut through his post-coital lethargy. He reached over and roughly tapped Bella’s shoulder.

I run my fingers over them and my lower belly clenches. Damned dragon.

He clears his throat and leans forward. " Delucca isn't the man I'd pick for you in a million years but if you're fine with it then I'll be happy for you.” He reaches over and grabs my hand, glaring down at Valentino. " But if you ever make her cry, I'll carve out your skin and use it as a doormat to my newest mansion.” Valentino remains unfazed by the entire threat and just continues his meal. His phone vibrates and my eyes find their way to the screen.

Elder Raul says, gesturing with his hands. “Yes. I hear it’s good, especially since you have to sleep on the sides for too long,” Miranda says. “Chloe is his mate. Married quite late. She should be about my age,” he whispers as I look at the man who smiles at me. “I guess this calls for a celebration. I should get some champagne.” Dwight says, getting up from the chair, practically running to the table, which has all the bottles. “If you want some parenting advice. Come to me. I just started—”

Kumaran got startled to see him in that disheveled state. “Mama, what happened to you?” Kumaran asked and upon closer look, he saw the blood covering half of his face. “Oh, God. Your head! Did that Devil do this to you?” he asked. “Certainly, young man. I did this to him,” Hearing that, Kumaran stumbled on the floor. He found that it’s not Aathiyan. “What did you do to him?” Kumaran veiled. Shakunthala came out hearing the commotion.

"I need you Dahlia, you have no idea, just say yes already" "Yes"

he said as he stared at the burning building with the kidnappers inside screaming in pain. “Grim reaper?” confusion was on my face. He shook his head, “Non, I am Doom and I bring death to people.” “What do you mean?” I asked with confusion. He replied with a cold voice, “It doesn’t matter. You will forget about me anyway.” “I won’t… You saved me. I owe you my life,” I murmured. “You will, I will make you,” he softly mumbled as he slowly snapped his finger in front of me.