Doulo Dalu 2 Novels & Stories

Rodel continued to press and rub his fingers. The room they were in was almost filled with a strange noise. Until Rodel could feel his heated bladder. "Ooh... Ahhh… hon!" Dhalia said deliriously. He moved faster, even though Dhalia's head was shaking, a sign that he had come out again. Following Rodel's strong thrusts, he completely came out from inside Dhalia...

Elysium Gate members would be outnumbered. Darryl’s face was red while he glanced at Dax’s back. He was nervous and grateful. Dax was indeed a good brother to him. Swish! The Blood Drinking Sword appeared in Darryl’s hand. “Attack!” Darryl shouted and charged up the Kunlun Mountain.

He seemed to want to make sure that the old man was really dead. “Tsk, next time you have to give me a more enjoyable mission than just chasing drug cartels like this, Sister.” Cylo was a cold-blooded hitman ready to carry out any mission from his sister. Cylo walked towards the body of Jack, the old man he had killed, then took the red flash drive from his hand. He lifted the small object and examined it carefully, and a second later, he nodded his head, signaling that this was indeed what he was looking for.

The man and woman in the sports car were Doflamingo And Dora. To be honest, Doflamingo didn’t think that this auction was interesting. He only wanted to bring Dora out for some fresh air. Dora had not fully recovered yet. However, she had agreed to come out with him and hopes that something would jog her memories. “Dora let’s go, the largest private room has already been booked for us,” Doflamingo said with smile.

“Ash, what’s wrong, you are losing your colour.” As I look back to him, everything is blurry and it looks as if there are two Daryl’s but there was a difference between them, one had dark eyes and the other had blue eyes. “Ashley” The two Daryl’s keep calling my name as the pain grew, a bright light forms in my eyes, erasing the two Daryl’s until a man appears, a wicked smile sitting on his face. “What have you done Rudina?”

, I responded. ******* It was midnight yet there was no trace of sleep in my eyes, I had left the windows open to inhale some natural air but I was restless inside. I was confused about what to do further as I can't let Mr. Oberoi get married. My legs stepped down and I strode towards the balcony, muffling the blanket around me as I heard someone mumbling to himself. It was Mr. Oberoi, I could recognise his voice. My steps froze right there.

Aloin asked after they arrived in his domain. “Okay. Here it is.” the bald immortal replied and raised an open palm. “CRACK CRACK!” the hard earth below his feet rose with the rocks and mud to form a lifelike figure of one of the murderers of his clan. “Hmmm. I know him. This guy was famous a hundred ago. The rapist of kin, Duval of Kamil Islands.” Aloin said after he examined the picture that he was given. “Duval. So that’s your name, slaughterer.” Quickstep muttered and an intense killing intent emerged from within him.

My foot is up and I land a solid kick to his back which sends him toward Pepper. She's ready and with his forward hunched over momentum, she's able to land a hard blow to his nose with her foot. We need to get the egg out of here and into Dmitri's hands. Drakon's roar of pain is music to my ears. He focuses on Pepper as I grab the egg. "Look what I've got you son of a bitch." I yell.

And then I found the word, bold and clear, right there in the title. Doll. I looked up at him. He was watching me, his expression unreadable, but there was something in his eyes that hadn’t been there before. Something that looked like satisfaction. “I want you to be my Doll,” he said. Mia made a sound behind me, a sharp intake of breath, but I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t. I was standing in my doorway, holding a contract that said I was his, and the man who’d been following me for two weeks was waiting for me to sign it.

🦪 DORA 🦪 This must be the cruelest training existing in the list of trainings. When I came back from my last fight, I remember asking to know how to shoot a gun, but somehow I’m doing something completely unrelated to shooting a gun. I’m chasing after a car, Dale is driving, while I'm tied to the car with a chain around my waist. If I stop chasing, it drags me anyway. I can already picture stopping and getting dragged on the rough ground, which would definitely leave me with a thousand bruises. I can’t even slow down.