Dxd Novelas e Histórias

“My long, sad life comes to an end.” “What’s that smell?” Xavier staggered and fell, a sense of dread creeping over him. “Burnt Nexorfin,” came the chilling reply, the air thick with its noxious fumes, making it difficult to breathe. “What?” Xavier gasped, his vision blurring. “You’re really weak, you’ve lost all sense. You didn’t even realize it until it spread this much,” Derrick muttered, his voice tinged with regret. “You feel terrible, right? The Venomixadone

All that remained was the launch coordination meeting scheduled for Friday—the exact moment our two-week agreement ended. I spent Thursday evening in my apartment doing absolutely nothing productive, which is how I knew I was in actual distress. I'm not a person who does "absolutely nothing." I have systems. Routines. Productivity frameworks. Thursday night I had chaos and anxiety and the specific knowledge that something fundamental was about to change. By Friday morning, I couldn't quite eat breakfast. The launch coordination meeting was scheduled for 2 PM. Westbrook executives, our team, final details before the Monday market launch.

"If that’s how you’ve always felt about me, why did you stay my friend?" "I pitied you!" Gbemisola shrieked. "Who else would want to be friends with a one-armed low-life? I stayed because of that accident in secondary school—because I didn't want you to feel bad about your stump. Why else would I be with a disgusting human being like you? I’m surprised you even found two men to touch you. I wonder who would be desperate enough to fuck a thing like you."

He gestured to the black veins still faintly visible under the skin of his forearms. "The outline is moving, isn't it?" I asked, reaching out to grab his wrist. He flinched, but I didn't let go. The moment our skin met, the ache in my chest vanished. The "Oxygen Debt" was paid in full. "We are in the tenth life, Julian. The cycle is supposed to end here."

Nothing is making sense, something pulls you from the car, you feel your legs dragging along the pass. DEX "Are you alright? You smile before everything fades away

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

While Xander was in a bad mood and almost mourning not being able to freely communicate with Lee, another man was having the time of his life laughing at the highlights on the news. Smoke filled the room as he blew the smoke remnant from his cigarette into the air making ring patterns in the process. He twirled in his chair laughing like a maniac who had just escaped from a metal asylum. This was no other than Dax. The number one rival of Alexander. He hated anything and everything good about Xander. If he couldn't steal it or acquire it by force then he would try to make it appear bad in the eyes of the public. Despite being a petty man, he was a good businessman who was a real devil when

I mean yes, Kerem is also supportive but when a brother allows his sister to date a guy he doesn't even know is just unbelievable. My family believed Kerem. They even liked him. Amar and Hudson are in the same age so they talked a lot about cars and stuff. Amar likes talking about cars since he was a kid. All guys played soccer or some sport but not Amar. He hanged out with one friend whose father worked as a car mechanic. You always found him in the workplace of his friend's father. I didn't know Hudson likes cars too. But actually, it was obvious because he has a red old timer mustang and he drives like anybody is in his way. Just like Amar.

"But dude, I said I'm sorry. It hasn't gotten to this" "Of course it has. You know I forgot to add the phrase, 'again' to my first sentence. You know this is the third time you'll be doing this shit. I've caught you twice and I spared you 'cause you promised you weren't gonna do this shit anymore, but here you are caught red handed. You deserve to rot in hell, man. You fucking know that when you take these things, it's gonna cause a glitch in the sales and what's worse? You'll become a traitor to X-habit. Scratch that! You're already one. Move your broke ass upstairs" "But man-"

“My dear Mr. Wimbleton, my dear Warzone Master, calm down! “You know that I’m not good with words, and I’m reserved by nature. I have no experience at all dealing with things like this, so I wanted to seek advice from you. “For the physical and mental health of the young ladies in Florence, for the bright future of the Wolf King, and for the peace and stability of your Southern Warzone, I hope that you can offer me some guidance.” Dax’s expression improved somewhat. He sat down and down three glasses at once, then said solemnly, “You really got the wrong person for this, Andrius. “Who in Florence doesn’t know how I am? I have face blindness and don’t know if girls are pretty or not, let alon