Douluo Novels & Stories

Thump, thump, thump- The knock on the door interrupted Wang Zhan's inner spit. He walked over and opened the door, and the person outside said, "Mr. Du is back." Mr. Du, full name Du Hao, the owner of Yuan De Feng Shui Fate Company, was the same guy who sold Murong Cheng the phone chain last time. However, in their line of work, it was not popular to call them bosses, they all addressed Mr. Du, as if they were a bit more elegant than ordinary businessmen.

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.

Really, he didn't expect that just to get a small flash drive, he would have to slaughter all the members of this gang. Bzzz Bzzz Cylo picked up his phone when it vibrated. He saw his sister's name on the screen, so he immediately answered the call. “Hello, Chelsea.” “Are you still there, Cylo?” asked Cylo's sister, Chelsea, from the other end of the line. Cylo nodded unconsciously while carving a shape on the wooden wall with his knife. “Yes, as usual, I'm performing a ritual.” “Tsk, you're always like that.”

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Dulcie smiled sinisterly and said, “It’s already too late. You heard everything! Besides, I heard from Miss Ruth that your specialty is gossip, right? Gathering and spreading news...” “Uh, that’s not my only specialty. I’m quite good at keeping secrets—” “I won’t believe you unless you take this.” Dulcie took out a small porcelain bottle and poured out a round black pill. “This is my family’s secret recipe. It’s called Calamity of the Mouth. If you say something you shouldn’t, you’ll feel itchy all over, especially that pretty face of yours. The more you scratch it, the itchier it gets, and it’ll keep growing itchier until you’ve disfigured yourself.”

Fatty Bao protested at his girlfriend as a response to the hit he received. Duke Tian Dong sighed, before bringing a pile of papers out of his storage ring and using the notebook pc that he got from trading with the Qin Empire to present the PowerPoint. “I’m a pragmatist… not a pessimist and before judging me read that first.” Duke Tian Dong said and pointed at a pile of documents in front of Fatty Bao. Fatty Bao picks it up and slowly reads it with a face like he’s reading nonsense fiction. But once he opened a second page. His eyes went wide.

called another voice. I spot my dad as I creep between the bushes. His hands cupped his mouth as he shouted out the family dog's name. A few feet away was Max, his hand identical to my fathers as he shouted out Shana's name. My dad whistles loudly, causing my ears to flatten at the high frequency.

Grate she said. This sweet masculine tone looks familiar but it looks as if I can’t recognize you. Could you please tell me who you are? I am Douglas. I don’t think we have met before. Ah Douglas, are you the one who bought the martial arts book from me right? And you said you were practicing martial arts, aren’t you? Yes, I am the one I said with passion.

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.

Jim said as he extended his hand to assist her from the makeup chair. “He’s a scientist, isn’t he?” Chloe asked in a low voice. “Who?” Jim asked in a distracted manner as he headed out the door. She scurried behind him. “Antoh Sudnik. I read he’s a scientist.” “Don’t be a stranger now!” Raul called out. “You look lovely, darling!” Chloe flashed a toothy smile and waved. Jim vocalized his praise for Raul’s artistic prowess and thanked him in earnest while he grabbed her hand and hurried toward a small boutique just doors away.