It Was Me Dio Novels & Stories

I had just received a message. “What the?” It was a text from a number I did not recognize, a number that had been saved as MASTER on my phone. MASTER; Tell me what you're wearing underneath your clothes. I stared at the screen for a while, my brows furrowed and my lips parted in awe. I read the text over and over, questioning if I wasn't daydreaming or something. Was this some kind of a sick joke? Who is this? How did they get my number? And why was the number saved on my phone?

He dare kill Lia. I arrived at my den and was welcomed by my men. Dario was tied to a chair. I grabbed a chair and sat before him. "Wake him up" I ordered one of my men who hit him on his cheeks. "That hurts! Dario cried out. " Hello Dario, remember me? " You .. Serena" "Yes, your worst nightmare at your service" I smirked.

The urgency in his tone conveyed the gravity of the interruption, leaving me even more curious about the visitor who dared to disrupt him. "It's me, Diyo," a voice responded from outside the door. The familiarity in that voice sent a chill down my spine, instantly reminding me of the second person who had forcibly abducted me from my hotel room. "Come in," Clyde's voice rang out, the commanding tone telling the man named Diyo to enter the room. With a subtle shift, Clyde withdrew, creating a physical distance between us, adopting a more upright posture that exuded an air of authority. I watched as Diyo crossed the threshold, my eyes widening in astonishment. "It's you?" I blurted out, unable

As they were all situated inside, he flicked on the lock and spun on his heel to face two intimidating men with their arms crossed over their chests. "Alright, now spill," Sean ordered with an edge on his voice. Travis swallowed a lump that clogged up his throat and blew out a big breath, bracing himself. "Where do I begin..." he murmured, racking his brain for the right words. "After my 17th birthday, I've found my mate." Nathaniel frowned, very confused. "What does that have to do with Serena?" "It has everything to do with her because she's my mate."

“I-I…” “Yeah,” She sighed, looking away from him, “You don't have to say anything, because I already know the answer. You did it for me, you're always doing things for me. It's not fair to you that you can't have a single day to yourself because I'm selfish.”

Coran's pov. “ It's Dario, that guy with a long facial scar,” he said, panting loudly upon completion of his statement which was a clear sign of how weak he was. “ Are you sure of what you just said? You know the fate that awaits you if you lie to me right?” i threatened but he stood his ground which meant that he wasn't lying. I exchanged a meaningful glance with Luca who nodded in understanding, he changed his drip, checked his response to treatment then we found our way back outside.

Kharis POV Kharis!! Kharis!! Oh yes, it's 4 am. Did I almost forget the constant yelling of my name by everyone in this house? My name is Kharis Carter. I have been experiencing torture ever since my mom passed away. I was a little girl so it's hard to remember everything that led to her death. My papa and I survived perfectly without her. I felt complete. Oh well, I had a mother in my father. Not until the witch came, my father's second wife. Life has been cruel since then…

"Now we wait for our real target." He stood back and scratched his head with the barrel of the gun. As he raised it, something was odd. Off. The movie scene from her dream played in her mind. Vinnie Jones telling the three guys that while their guns had the words 'replica' on the side, his had 'Desert Eagle 0.5.' 'It's not real,' she realised. She wasn't sure how, but she knew it. Knew it in her bones. 'That gun is a replica.'

Alora Well, this is fifty seven shades of fucked the hell up. I am standing back here at the back of the room, behind the podium where Killian is currently addressing his wolves. He's explaining that I'm his mate, and we have claimed each other. I almost choke on that, but I manage to hold it in.

"It's not me. The game won't let you." A man stepped out of the control room. Nolan froze. "You're the original design director—Corin Marsh!" Corin gave a short laugh. "Didn't think you'd remember."