Dxd Novels & Stories

I took the laptop up to my room and closed the door behind me. I accessed my email and opened the John Gold file again. He was five foot ten inches, with light brown hair. He was short for a man and his personality showed his affliction. He had short man syndrome. He wasn’t in terrible shape but he could be in better shape. He was filthy rich, exclamation on the filthy part and the surprising factor, I was friends with his son, Robert Gold.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

fingers cross, please believe me Bess. "Ehhh online class. What kind of class is it? You are doing extra work on weekends wow!" Gahd, it doesn't look like all is going according to plan. Dianna thinks, think... AHA! "Ouch Bess my stomach hurts so bad, it's killing me" putting my act on with me holding my stomach and facial expressions "H-ha? Oh no, go to the restroom quick right now." "O-Oh! I mean. No need Bess... It looks like LBM, far worse. I don't want your toilet to get clogged by me."

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I nodded distractedly, not quite sure what to say or do, since my mind was several feet from me somewhere in the emergency room. “Hardy?” I snapped to my feet when I saw Dr. Chris approaching us. "Tell me she's okay,” I barely said. "She's conscious and stable,” he said nodding. "There are no signs of sexual abuse except for the marks and bruises on her chest. The blows to the face didn’t leave any serious injury and she will heal perfectly in a few weeks, she received a kick in the right side leaving her a large bruise and a fissured rib that will heal with rest, the baby...”

Alex dropped three meters and when she hit, she rolled down to her shoulder and off to the side, absorbing the impact. Peering into the darkness, her elite eyes adjusted to the near blackness. File cabinets lined the room on all of its walls except one, which had a large metal door leading to the hall. She flipped her burgundy braided hair back over her shoulder, examining the labels of each drawer. She spotted her mark, drawer number 114058 listed on its label. Her hand clasped around the cold metal handle. Alex's ears twitched and she paused. Footsteps plodded from behind the door and down the hall. Probably just a guard.

He looked at the icon and 99+ followers, he smirked and see what was the reason for this and widened his eyes as he saw this video that will ruin his reputation. The video was him and Giovanni twerking and also him whining about ruining his life and wanting to be a stripper. "THE FUCK?!" He shouted at his friend who did nothing, the whole neighbourhood can hear him too. "Alright, I'm out, peace out dude." Dexter abandoned him and cut off the call. "I'm going to die." He whispered and fall to the ground, passing out. His father comes in, whistling with his outfit ready. He felt like he stepped on someone heavy, he looked at the ground and screamed.

Something dangerous. Something that could destroy them all.

Jade struggled to breathe as she kicked and clawed at him but his grip was just too strong. She could feel the redness in her face and her limbs going numb due to the lack of oxygen and she closed her eyes, hoping for it all to end. However, she felt the grip around her neck loosen and she fell to the floor. She gasped as she held her neck, taking in as much air as she could. And when she opened her eyes, she saw Shawn standing off against the man. She grunted as she tried to rise to her feet. Shawn was left-handed but he had an orthodox stance. He was surely going to get bashed if she didn't interfere.