Dxd Novels & Stories

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.

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.

she whispered. A doctor walked in, a nurse at his heels. The nurse flashed me a genuine loving smile and started checking the IV drip connected to my arm. The doctor patiently waited for her to finish before he solemnly said, "My name is doctor McKay and well, you're quite a fighter, Rebecca. The bruise on your ear is superficial, but the one on your hand is quite deep so you're not permitted to use that injured arm. Did you take any drugs before you slept? " I shook my head. "No, I didn't. I forgot to." I said as quietly as I could. My mom's eyes bulged in surprise. The doctor wasn't surprised as he had probably heard worse. Doctor McKay frowned. "Really? There's a high amount of hallucinog

I can not more. — Free yourself, Dalia. — X!!!!!! - scream, holding his head against my body. Spasms run all over my body as X continues sucking me without the slightest fear. — Delicious... as always, Doce. - praises X standing up and throwing his body against mine.

I understand his situation that he is easy to get those sickness, germs, bacteria, and even virus since he and Gried lives in such house that prone in those before. I am looking and scanning these three guys from their head to toe and realize what is the reason why Dhaxzy reacts like that. I caress my forehead, I should have said this to them, Dhaxzy had a weird allergy. Maybe this is the reason why he does not sweat so much. Even if that thing happen, he does not sweat at all. Maybe with the help of the air-condition, but I doubt that. I walk toward them and give them a hit on their head. The three of them look so aggressively on me. They are about to smack me on my head just like what I di

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.

she exclaimed Dexter feels pity with her cousin and her son, his nephew, he wants to help. When he looks at his ankle it is getting swollen, he is sure something is wrong with it. He wants to help. If only he can heal it, then there would be no problem. It is very expensive, to consult a doctor, on their place. Much more the situation is getting worse every hour. Dexter wants to help; he is eager to help. He gets the baby oil they have inside the house and come back. He will massage the ankle of his nephew, possibly, it would relieve pain, if not totally heal it.

"Mr. Hamilton, are you visiting someone?" Dexter replied vaguely, "I'm surely not here for a jog in the hospital." "For you to personally come here… Dare I ask, is it serious?" "Both Achilles' tendons were severed and both hands crushed, especially the right hand. It's completely useless now." Dexter was meticulous and expressionless, staring at the two of them through the elevator's mirror. Xander's eyebrows lifted in surprise. "What happened?" "A group fight." "Did you report this to the police?"