Dxd Novels & Stories

A man like Xander usually fights until the bitter end and he doesn’t like not winning. Dante stops rubbing my back and pulls out his mobile from his pants. It looks like he is scrolling. “Hi Xander, Dante here. I’m doing a search on a Drake Edwards right now and I’ll forward the name on to my team.” His voice is stern and in command.

Back then, Caleb had spent a fortune trying to invite one of Dragonia's master healers to treat Jenna, but his requests were mostly ignored. It was only through Garrett, who sought help from a friend, that Xander agreed to help. How did this young man manage to contact Xander with a phone call? In that instant, Adrian realized he had gravely underestimated Felix. "Felix, I do recall someone named Jenna," Xander said over the phone. "Her case was exceptionally rare. It was so rare that I doubt I'll ever forget. She has what's called 'latent uterus syndrome.' I couldn't do anything about it."

Xander ordered in his hoarse voice. Chris nodded with a big smile. He hurriedly looked for Mami Grace, the gremo at the club that night. Xander is one of Mami Grace's regular customers. He is a man who is anti-sleeping with the same woman over and over again. One night, for a woman. Tomorrow, he will definitely ask Mami Grace for a new girl or through Chris if Mami Grace is not there. He has been in the habit of doing the One Night Stand routine for several years, to be precise, because his father was diagnosed with Dysthymia, which is a type of chronic depressive disease that leads to mental and psychological disorders in the sufferer.

It had only been ten days, not a month, not even three weeks, when the first veteran walked unassisted through the military barracks’ central corridor. Colonel Duane Xander, once known as the “Iron Fist of the Eastern Front,” had been bedridden for over two years. A devastating spinal injury had left him partially paralyzed, in constant pain, and prone to violent spasms. No doctor, eastern or western, had been able to stabilize his nerves without risking further damage.

Like Dexter had predicted, he had no intention of letting it go. Fully recovered, Dexter had begun to spend a lot of time working and training to recover his full strength. It was something Maya was always excited to see. She always made sure she was present when he trained. Winter arrived but it was unlike any winter Maya had experienced. Other than the below freezing point weather and the bare trees, there was nothing else. Maya quickly realized it didn't snow here in Madonia. Which was great since she hated it anyway.

It would be a good proof if one day I need help. But being a same-sex lover, they might be afraid of the infectious diseases that have been in the news lately. I played it safe. "What's this?" asked Aryo as I handed him one of the strips of pills I had brought. "Strong pill." Viagra. It was actually more effective after an hour, but he was already tense. I just needed to increase the duration of Milly's punishment. "Mister?" Aryo stared in horror at the small grain in my hand. "You don't drink it, I won't let you go."

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

Nina’s POV The silence in the dining room was so heavy I could hear the faint ticking of the grandfather clock in the corner. Victoria tapped the silver iPad screen. For three agonising seconds, nothing happened. Then, the sleek white display flickered violently. A bright, glaring red banner flashed across the top of the screen, followed by a harsh digital buzz that echoed off the high ceiling. ERROR 404: FILE CORRUPTED. DATA UNREADABLE. Damien slammed his crystal coffee cup down so hard black liquid splashed onto the crisp white tablecloth. "What the hell is that?!"

I frowned as I felt the heaviness settle in my chest, knowing that it was somewhat familiar. Xavier’s head snapped toward the doorway at the same time mine did. The scent hit first: cool night air, something faintly metallic, and the wild tang of wolf magic, old, deep, and unmistakably powerful. She was already inside. Lisa D’Amaris leaned against the frame of the door like she’d been there all along, her posture casual, her legs crossed neatly at the ankle. Her beauty was sharp, refined, nothing like Annalise’s fiery elegance or Lorenzo’s brooding dominance. This one was colder. Collected. Her eyes held that peculiar stillness that comes from knowing far too much.

Dax muttered through the comms, his voice tight with a mixture of grief and pride. We dismounted, and the sound of thirty kickstands hitting the gravel simultaneously echoed like a gunshot. The members in the yard stopped what they were doing, a heavy silence falling over the lot as they turned to look at Dax. He didn't say a word. He simply raised his good arm, his fist clenched, and the yard erupted in a roar of cheers that shook the very foundation of the building.