Novel & Cerita Dxd

Even though I know how to write on my right hand, I can't draw on my right hand well. My heart was gloomy. My face was pale in panic. Would I be a cripple forever? Denise then flicked Alexa and Kate's forehead. "Don't cry so heartbreakingly. You are causing her to misunderstand." Denise turned at me and solemnly said, "You are temporarily disabled now until your bone completely heals. The doctor said you can walk and you can use your arm in the future. There will be no problems later on. These girls are just crying because they are stupid and blaming themselves."

XD said as Xander turned to grin at him. “Watch out!” XD yelled as he pointed in front of him but it was too late as a thud was heard and the car skidded to a stop. “Fuck….was that a cat?” Xander asked as he put off his seat belt and got out of the car. “That was too big to be a cat.” XD replied as he got out into the pouring rain and walked in front where he saw a man unconscious with a phone in his hand. *****

I mind-link just my father. “I knew she was in danger. Thank you, son. I’m in the middle of it, your mom is with me” my dad pants. He sounds badly injured. I rush towards him and my mom, taking down as many of the bastards as I can. Maddox’s coat is painted with blood. I am about 200 yards away when I spot my parents. My dad’s back was turned to fight off another wolf, he is badly injured, his left hind leg is broken and his side is bleeding badly. My mom also has a big side wound, and she had a big gash on her face, but she is not bleeding as badly. Maddox pushes forward even faster to get to them. I am so focused on getting to them that I don’t see the large greyish wolf approaching them.

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Elliott I burst in through the emergency room, continuous tears rolling down my cheeks. I walk up to the nurses station and choke, hysterical, "My daughter, she's three years old...her daycare called me..." Before I could finish, paramedics were rushing her in from the ambulance dock. "Macy Adams, three years old, suffering severe asthma. Asthma inhaler ran out at the daycare," a female medic says to a female doctor. "Macy," I choke in sobs, running alongside them and take her small hand in mine. "Daddy's here Mace."

I can feel my face heat up red as they nod and turn off a machine or two. “ Thank you Madam Charlotte, would you like to see what we were going to do? He does need surgery because he’s left kidney is damaged and it looks like his knee bone is broken” the doctor explained to me as Creed walks over to me with a chair so I can sit down. “ Can you fix it? I mean can you help him?” I asked pulling my legs to my chest

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.

The sound of bone meeting wood was sickeningly loud. I looked up, my vision swimming with red lights and white fire, and there he was. Dax. He looked like he’d crawled straight out of hell. His shirt was half-unbuttoned, his hair was a mess, and his heterochromia eyes were glowing with a silent, murderous fury that made the guys in the booth look like a little boys. He didn’t say a word to them. He just stepped over the bleeding man, grabbed my arm, and hauled me up.

His parting words echoed hauntingly, "Remember this day, Dax, for it shall be embedded in your memory until we meet again." Dax stood there, a mix of frustration and bewilderment swirling within him. He clutched his chest, feeling the adrenaline coursing through his veins, his heart pounding with a mixture of anger and confusion. He knew that the encounter with Damien marked the beginning of a dark chapter, one that would test his strength and resilience like never before.

He ran that thought by the doctors and they somewhat agreed with that scenario but were not certain. It had been a month and a half and still no progress with Symphony. Alexander was getting more frustrated with every passing day. He had let Dax out more times in the last month than he had since he was a child. Dax wanted to rip all the doctors head off when they said that there was no change in Symphony. Whatever happened to her she was trapped in her own body and would have to work through it on her own, the doctors told him. He wanted to strangle them.