Novelas y relatos de High School D X D

Tang Li sighed helplessly, "How about we introduce a new face?" Mo Zihan shook his head, "As you know, DX stands for 'Divine Xany', the entire theme is seraphic, prepossessing, dominant, energetic, and strong. Highlighting all the five elements at the same time isn't something an amateur could do. So" "Seraphic yet dominant? Two male models? Mm.." Her eyes glinted with a light that the pufferfish wasn't able to decipher but he was sure there was something more to it as he eyed his goddess suspiciously.

Dax turned his head and nodded to the man. “Sarah, this is Dom, my beta. Dom, this is Princess Sarah, my mate.” Dom’s eyes got wide as he realized what happened with the bimbo. He was taller at 6’ 7” with light brown hair and brown eyes. He had a clean-shaven face with a more slick body type, but was still very muscular. “Dom, please show Sarah around while I go pack.” Dax didn’t even wait for an answer before walking off. “So…princess huh?” Dom stated lamely.

“I don't think so. Look Devin—” “Dax. My name is Dax,” he corrected. “Oh,” I muttered, scratching my head in confusion. “How do I tell you guys apart?” “Our hair. Dax keeps messy hair while I keep a quiff hairstyle.” “That’s it,” I smiled, nodding my head as I took their differences into my memory. Devin's face was sharper than Dax and he was more muscular than Dax. But Damon was the sexiest of them all. That bastard. I couldn't get him out of my head.

Nah not telling. Diamond class was the highest class in the whole school. Everyone longer to be in that class someday, but it was also the loudest class as it not only had A1 in excellence and awards winning, it also had A1 in riots, destruction of school property, waywardness, noisemaking and don't even get me started on the relationship madness. Beyond the door to this class sat the final year students of RPHS,each engrossed in their individual activity. "I can't believe that low-life bitch."

𝘿𝙞𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙, “𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙. 𝙎𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙.” 𝙁𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙝’𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙. “𝘿-� �𝙚𝙖𝙙?”

Saturdays are one of those important days for high school students. It is those days when you are free from attending schools or lectures. You either sleep to replenish the lost energy you have used during the weeks or keep the vibe on during the weekend. The nerds stick to books like a caterpillar that sticks to leaves. While it can be one of those free times to use one's 24 hours for something reasonable, it can be frustrating for some. Some would rather not prefer the weeks they go to school and also feel tormented during the weekends. This was the case for Joy Smith, the quick-witted and sassy one out of the four.

"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-"

Her eyes kept drifting to the back row. Dax. He was the "most dangerous" boy in the school. He sat with his boots on the desk, his leather jacket unzipped over a white tank top. He wasn't just a rebel; he was a disruption. He had been in more fights than anyone, and he had a way of looking at Courtney that made her skin crawl in the best way possible. She had wanted him for the two months she had been transferred here, but Dax was the only one who didn't play along.

It was like time stopped, but only in my head. I gave in to the will of my damned obsessed body. In that kneeling position on the sofa, my insides were heavily damp and sticky - I could feel the weight of the syrup pooling down my thighs, my palms still opened out flat in front of me, I felt like I was floating. I wasn't good with maths, I haven't had a lot of experiences with d**ks, but I knew it was at least 6 inches. It wasn't smooth at all, rough with veins in every way that pleased the eyes, and sent your p***y wanting to be digged by it until you drop.

he hissed. He laid her down, his movements rough and efficient. As he began to thrust his fingers into her, her body shook with the force of it. Watching my best friend tremble under his touch sent a flare of jealousy through me. I wanted it to be me. I mirrored her movements, my own fingers moving frantically as I watched him finally enter her. He slammed into her with a raw, primal intensity. I bit my lip to stifle a moan, terrified they would discover me lurking in the dark.