Jean Diluc Novels & Stories

They quickly converged and got straight into business. "So, what's the plan?" Lucien said, his deep voice resonating throughout the whole room. Amongst the triplets, he was the most withdrawn and didn't talk too much, you only knew the things he said through his actions. He was a very fierce warrior and had a very big advantage over his opponents because of the way he was made. Lucien was made like a bull. He was very huge and everyone turned to look at him twice anywhere he went. He took care of most jobs that required an enemy to be subdued and conquered.

That bald man scolded, “Who do you think you are? You have no right to obstruct my young master’s path! Listen up! This is Jehan White, the White family’s Young Master, one of the Creeds of the ancient martial arts world. Believe it or not, I can take your pathetic life away now!” Sure enough, this was human nature. Whether it was an ordinary urbanite or the Creed of the ancient martial arts world, there will always be such a domineering scum. People like them will always learn some bloody lessons.

Delilah was getting happier and even tagging behind him to the kitchen. She had never eaten instant food from Asia, and tonight was a pleasant experience. Once they cooked it, Grey and Delilah tried each cup of noodles with a different taste. "This is how to hold chopsticks," Grey demonstrated by taking the chopstick while holding her hand. "Where did you learn to use this to eat?" Delilah asked with a smile. "Han Kazuya, he is Mr. Jayden Lin's vice of CEO at SJ Corp." Delilah nodded in understanding.

Eren raises a cunning brow, smirking. "What? No!" I burst out defensively. "Why would I be jealous?" I feel my cheeks heating up. Ludmilla is a blonde with a cleavage and I'm brunette with parted boobs. She has amazing blue eyes and I have the cliché Hazel eyes. She is sexy and I'm simple. There is nothing to be jealous for sure. "Ask yourself that question." Eren winks confidently. "Guys, guys!" Toni interrupts us. "If you are done flirting, can you let me pass?" Eren and I then realise that we have been disputing in front of the door, blocking the exit.

"That's because where you should have came is to me, I was supposed to train and teach you, not them" Danté frowned at him "You?" "My name is Alister Exavier, I was your father's older brother, and I am a paladin, the last one next to Amber here" Danté looked at her but frowned "You? A Knight?" She puffed her cheeks up "Never heard of Joan of Arc? Women can be knights you know" "And what does that mean for me?" Dante asked. Alister reached down and from a bag drew a sword, it belonged to Danté, one of the few weapons he has in his arsenal, and one he prefers using against ghouls.

Jean flies to the other side of the circle, landing on her butt. Her eyes narrow at River and she charges again, this time River catches the punch thrown towards her face. She squeezes her fist around Jean’s and doesn’t release her, until she cries out. River stands her ground and waits to see if she submits. Jean though tries to catch her off guard by throwing a foot out to topple her over.

Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious. Tonight, he was up against another monster a man rumored to be just as deadly, ju

He stepped inside the demon’s swing, pivoted sharply— And drove his blade upward beneath the general’s armor. The steel stopped just short of Kharvek’s throat. Silence fell instantly. The duel was over. Kharvek froze. Adrian held the blade steady. “Yield,” Adrian said quietly. The demon’s jaw tightened. But he finally lowered his weapon. “I yield.” Adrian stepped back. The court erupted again—some cheering, others murmuring in disbelief. High above them, Vaelreth stood slowly from his throne.

Jean explained charismatically. Rita couldn’t help but wonder if his acting skills were somehow helping him act this psychopathic killer attitude well or he was it was just his true nature. “Why would you….” The thug started but shut up the instant he noticed just how close Jean was suddenly unto him, in less than a second, he was right in front of him! Was this speed truly a human’s? “Are you seriously gonna ask? You dull? Or just plain stupid as fuck? It’s of course so I could burn you all easily after am done,” Jean said as he slashed the thug’s throat even before he could react.

×Jamie× "Don't step on that!" Higan yelled and hit his fist on the arm of the chair in frustration after my character stepped on a landmine and exploded into pieces. "I tried my best," I said, looking down at him from the couch. "Yeah, you did." He reached out and stroked my hair before standing up from the carpet. "Are you having fun?" "Yeah, but it would be even better if I was actually winning." "Well, you won the racing game that we were playing earlier."