Dxd Novels & Stories

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Back then, Caleb had spent a fortune trying to invite one of Dragonia's master healers to treat Jenna, but his requests were mostly ignored. It was only through Garrett, who sought help from a friend, that Xander agreed to help. How did this young man manage to contact Xander with a phone call? In that instant, Adrian realized he had gravely underestimated Felix. "Felix, I do recall someone named Jenna," Xander said over the phone. "Her case was exceptionally rare. It was so rare that I doubt I'll ever forget. She has what's called 'latent uterus syndrome.' I couldn't do anything about it."

When she was alone at home or numbing herself with reckless behavior, she felt lost, as if her heart was wandering restlessly. Every day, she was itching for a fight, her mind filled with wild and chaotic thoughts. It was like she was having an anxiety attack. The doctor said Dexter was out of danger. His injuries were mostly external, and internally, he wasn't too badly hurt. Even so, it would still take at least two or three months before he could walk again. Angela sat down, staring at his gaunt face, and let out a bitter smile.

“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

“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.

Dax The button doesn't set something small into motion. It roars to life like one of those handheld massage wands that vibrate tension from your muscles. Only the muscle is my prostate. My whole body tries to fold in half and can't. My ankles are pinned a yard apart and my wrists are somewhere near the corners of the bed, no use to me at all. "Oh. Oh, fuck. Noah. Noah, that's-" "That's the lowest setting." "There's more?"

They seemed like kids in front of them, though Damien was trying to help them but seeing their struggle I clearly understood that it was very obvious that they wouldn’t be able to hold them back for long. I was losing my calmness. Everywhere all I could see was our defeat. Exactly at that moment, I heard the coughing sound of Xander which grabbed my attention back to him. I found out that Xander was coughing out thick blood. But surprisingly his injuries were again not healing anymore. I immediately ran in his direction and dragging his head on my lap started calling his name. But he didn’t even bother to respond to my call. His eyes were closed and he started transforming into his human for

He asked pleasantly and David groaned, his body still finding it hard to let go of the shock. "Never better" he muttered with clear sarcasm. "Well," he flipped the file in his hand, "after running a few more tests. I'm happy to say that you are a free man but I advise you allow yourself quality time to recover from the trauma. For now, your muscles need resting and cardio therapy" After finalizing the papers and giving his last remarks, the doctor walked out, and once he left, David's eyes went back to Dawn who bit hard on her lip and played with her fingers.

Alex’s arms buckled; he caught himself on elbows, forehead pressed to scattered spreadsheets. Damian didn’t give him time to adjust. He pulled back slow—almost all the way—then slammed back in. Desk jolted. A coffee mug tipped, rolled, spilled cold across papers. “Fuck yes,” Damian hissed. He set a brutal rhythm—deep, punishing strokes that punched the air out of Alex every time. The desk creaked in protest. Files slid to the floor in soft thuds. Alex tried to keep quiet but couldn’t—small, broken moans slipping out with every thrust.

Zoe had sobbed as she begged him, “Dylan, please, wake up! Jenny’s been gone for years. Can’t you let yourself go? Just once?” Dylan had gone quiet. After a long pause, his red-rimmed eyes stared at her, empty and bitter. “You’re the one who won’t let me go.” His hand never fully recovered after that. It was permanently damaged, unable to carry anything heavy again. But strangely, after that day, he seemed to return to normal and started living his life again. At first, Mr. and Mrs. Xander thought it was just a fleeting phase, a final burst of energy before a deeper collapse, so they watched him even more closely.