Dxd Novels & Stories

"But he does not seem to know it." The wizard approached Jimmy to examine him, he raised an eyebrow when he realized he hadn't a single scratch on his body. "You said you were attacked, and I know how a Tentaculios leaves burns and wounds on someone's body. Why can't I see none?" "I haven't thought about it." Taegen rubbed his chin. "It is my hair," Jimmy mumbled quietly. "Since I was a child, I never got sick, wounds and scratches heal at the moment, I don't feel too much pain like others."

“What’s with that thing that you can slap my hands for that—” “This is a dangerous one. So don’t touch it.” “Is this related to something that could kill my life?” He nodded. “Yeah.” His eyes widened as he looked upon his watch flickering in a red colored light. “I gotta go.” “W-Wait! I still have many questions—” “Save those for later. I’ll pick you up after school.” “Hey! Wait! I will skip sch—” And again he just disappeared in a speed of light without me seeing him. I don’t know what’s happening to Doom but it’s really concerning me. Plus the fact that I still have many questions about him.

But the Aryans didn’t know that. “I’ll be damned if you do that.” He chuckled as if he knew me well. “I want to see how you’re going to be damned, Frith.” I grinned at him. He shook his head. Then, I turned to watch the match again. Bullox has already defeated his three opponents. His left eye though was gouged out from its socket. I ran toward him as he jumped down the ring. I mindlessly took out the guabula flower and gave him a petal.

My grades at school are outstanding, being great at sports, but never played due to the bruise on my body. Anyway, my next class is Ap physics with Mr. Daniels, he's strict and he hates students that are late unless you have a pass from your last teacher stating why you are late for his class. ( Mr.Daniels) alright, kids today we have a new student named Lucas Santiago he's just transferring here from New York. Alright, Mr. Santiago please take a seat next to Ms. Sinclair, please. Now that the introduction is over let's begin to review what we learned from last week, cause there will be 79 question tests on Friday, so take notes and pay attention.

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.

Alexandro sat in the war chamber, maps spread across the stone table, his fingers brushing over the routes marked in red ink. His mind wasn’t there—not with the territory, not with the soldiers or strategy. It was with Serena. It had been too many days since she vanished, and with every passing minute, the silence was eating away at him. He hadn’t slept properly, barely eaten. Ravik, his wolf, growled in frustration inside his mind constantly. The mate bond was strong—it was burning. But without direction, without answers, Alexandro was going mad.

" Fuck, " I growled hitting the wall making sure not to break it. " Is there anything I can do for you Mr. Damian? " one of the brunnete submissives whose name I couldn't be bothered to know begged. I knew all she wanted was sex with me and her pathetic ass wasn't going to get it. I was pissed, not horny.

Cricket “Christina, where are you?” the creepy voice echoed through the house. I turned the gun’s safety switch to off. “I’m sorry,” he continued. “Your friends call you Cricket, don’t they? Well then, I’m gonna call you that, because you and I are gonna be really good friends.” Where the hell is Minus?

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Up in the observation gallery, the gathered pack members and district VIPs erupted into aggressive, expected applause. A handler rushed onto the mat and offered me a clean white towel. "Thank you," I said flatly. "That was fast," Dax transmitted through the mind-link. I looked toward the outer ring. Dax leaned casually against the steel barricade. He pushed a wave of absolute lack of surprise through our connection. "He left his entire right side open," I sent back. "You broke three ribs," Dax observed. "He is going to be in the medical wing for a month."