It Was Me Dio Novels & Stories

"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."

" I remembered saying those exact words to someone. The those words rang in my head, who did I say those words to. Flash back "it not you it's me , I'm sorr-" I wasn't able to finished the statement with the hard slap slammed to my jaw surly breaking it. The apology flowers i held in my hands fell to the ground. Veronica crushed the flowers angry with her foot her gaze locked to mine angrily glaring at me. Her blue eyes shone with hate. You will pay Noah Williams.. that's a promise." She finishes and left taking along my heart i never knew from these day belongs to her now.

Mia muttered taking her seat on the couch, Dylan was not yet in the office it was just she and her fiancee. Alessio sat with a bright smile curved on his face, he looked like an ordinary man from his attire but his demigod facial features made him stand out and look different from others. "I came to visit you before you could pay me one, I missed you. It's been days already, you did not give me a call yesterday too, and the day before." Alessio muttered in a cool voice flashing Mia a smile. "Of course, I didn't call you, I was busy and could not find time to calm you," Mia remarked she did not look happy seeing him in her office.

Him kneeling beside the couch touching me, reassuring me. People had come and gone. I know they brought me a new coffee, a drink for Dario and some food. Dario was given updates in Italian to which he just nodded or gave short replies to, while never taking his eyes away from mine. Steady. Strong. Here. “Good girl.” “I don’t like that.” I closed my eyes. “Good. Fight me.” I could hear the amusement in his voice. “Bestiolino.” I breathed out and smiled at his chuckle.

Faith's POV "Damn....I missed you so much" I said with a smile holding his hands. Dario...Dario Rizzo, the man who changed my life. The man who became my saviour....my hero. If it wasn't for him then I wouldn't be here alive. "I missed you too" he said with his deep husky voice. He stroked my cheek causing my cheeks to heat up. "that was him right?" he asked softly. I backed away changing my face into a cold look but stayed silent. "hmmm....your silence means a yes" he said leaning back in his chair but kept his eyes on me while I looked away in anger.

Dario turned me around again. Normally I would’ve yelled at anyone who touched me, but for some reason, I didn’t. His touch felt soothing and innocent as if I had nothing to be afraid of. “Look I really have to go now, but my name is Serena Alfonzo—now you know how to find me if you change your mind about that poopy diaper tour,” I told him. A friend was a friend, so a male friend wouldn’t matter, right? “Serena Alfonzo?” Dario spoke with a surprised look on his face. “You know what they say, if it’s meant to be it will be.” Dario chuckled.

“I can’t remember any of that. The last thing I remember Zhdan left, and you and I went back to our seats.” “It wasn’t long after that when you started slurring your words. At first, I thought it was a second margarita.” “Who else heard me in the garage?” “Giovanni, Piero, me, oh…and Dario.” My knees gave out as I slid to the floor. “I can’t leave this bedroom, ever.” “You can. I don’t know what Rei said or did, but Dante said Dario is giving him another chance.” “Really?” My eyes opened wide. “And he wants it after seeing me so…awful?”

“I am Damian, CEO and Boss of Key!” Keiko was nervous and embarrassed, her face was already red. “I'm Keiko, Key's best friend!” Keiko shook Damian's hand for a bit. If seen from anywhere, even from the end of the Monas though. The figure of the man in front of him was really handsome, seriously. Keiko didn't lie this time. Damian was really handsome, tall, well-established and seemed to be full of warmth. And that suddenly made Keiko want to tease the figure in front of her.

Occasionally Aiys notices Juna, who is still calm in driving. I'm still trying. Trying to open, Opening a new Eid Enough, me and you Without him!

I drop to the floor, and crawl into the room and lock the door. “Come on out, sweetheart, it’s me, Dante Jovie, Alessandro's most trusted advisor,” his voice rings in my ear, but I stay still on the other side of the door, only the sound of my beating heart audible.