Novelas y relatos de High School D X D

Not a girl from Brooklyn who used to eat two-dollar pizza slices on a rusty fire escape while he fixed greasy motorcycle engines. I slowly raised my eyes, locking my gaze straight onto Roman. "A match made in heaven," I said aloud, my voice completely steady, directed right at him. "They look like they deserve each other." Roman’s eyes narrowed into dark, dangerous slits. He reached down, grabbed his glass of neat bourbon, and downed the entire thing in one long, sharp swallow. Before the thick tension could snap, Damien stood up at the center of the table. He picked up a silver spoon and tapped it sharply against his crystal champagne flute.

I hissed. “Good,” Dax said. “Start.” The dummy swung first. I dodged...barely... then rolled, jumped, and kicked its chest with all my weight. It moved an inch. One inch and then I screamed. “DAX! THIS IS NOT A DUMMY...THIS IS A WAR CRIME!” “You need to build strength.” “I’M A STUDENT, NOT A SIEGE ENGINE!” “Higher kick!” he barked. “Come higher and fight me yourself!!”

The sound of bone meeting wood was sickeningly loud. I looked up, my vision swimming with red lights and white fire, and there he was. Dax. He looked like he’d crawled straight out of hell. His shirt was half-unbuttoned, his hair was a mess, and his heterochromia eyes were glowing with a silent, murderous fury that made the guys in the booth look like a little boys. He didn’t say a word to them. He just stepped over the bleeding man, grabbed my arm, and hauled me up.

I feel cherished in every possible way, filled, held, protected and worshipped. The climax that gathers this time is soft and inevitable. It rises from the place where Zavian moves inside me and spreads outward in warm waves until I am trembling and gasping quietly against Caspian’s mouth. Zavian follows a few strokes later, forehead pressed to mine, a low groan leaving him as he empties himself deeply and then stills. For a long time afterward none of us moves.

After his job required him to switch countries with his best friend, he decided that I move in with his best friend whom he trusts with his life, until I leave for college in two weeks. Dax was very tall, at least 6’5, and he was blessed with a literal flawless face. He was broad shouldered, and completely tatted up. One look at him was enough to let me know that he was danger himself and that I needed to never entertain ridiculous thoughts— like thoughts of him fucking me for example, for my own sanity.

The first thing I noticed was his short, dark hair. It looked so smooth, and I almost reached out to play with it. My eyes trailed down to his strong jaw line, down to his broad shoulders. I didn't even realize that I was biting my lip as I further inspected the Adonis before me. His arm flexed, bringing my attention to the amber eye he was now covering. It was him. Six. The most popular and dangerous guy in school. And I'd managed to injure him with my calculus textbook. I'm dead.

Ash mutters into the wheel and I'm still totally and utterly confused. "Are you kidding me Ash? He thinks we were playing a game. Like a game game. You can't leave him like this. " Alexander says and laughs even more. "I can and I will" Ash mutters again. "I knew it, I soooo knew it!!" Brandon repeats. "I knew you that are you are into D/s ! Shit I knew it." I look at him still confused. "What does D/s mean?" I ask. Alexander turns to me. "It means domina-" But then he goes quiet immediately when Ash looks at him with his red face and a look of absolute dread and shame.

Dax laughs and shrugs, not giving one fuck. Dax is an App Developer and has made a small fortune doing it, and it’s how he lives in this building. He doesn’t particularly like his job. Dax does it so he can do what he loves, and that’s his band, Modus Grace. The entire crew are like that; all have high paying jobs and play a few nights a week. “You didn’t answer my question, by the way”, he yells out as I start to order the Pizza on my phone.

When they saw that Dax was alive, everyone was dancing in joy! The villa was filled with cheer and excitement. The most uplifting news was that Dax was not only fully recovered, but his power had increased. He was now a Level Four Master General! This was because Dax had taken the Godly pills not long ago, and after taking the Heart of the Ocean, he skipped three levels and became a Level Four Master General right away. “Hahaha! Darryl, the pill you got me is a real babe!” Dax exclaimed with excitement as he removed his shirt and pointed at his chest. “After eating it, I’m not only three levels higher than I was, the wound and scar completely disappeared!”

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