Novel & Cerita Jotaro X Dio

She muttered. Dio raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on his lips. "Messed up? Come on, my dear, you're not 'messed up.' You're just a real-life character in a complicated romance story, trapped between the CEO brothers. Too bad real life doesn't always have a sweet ending like those romance books." Dio said, "You're pregnant with Jean's baby while engaged to his brother, Gilbert. You're already considering... a rather permanent solution... abortion... and you're feeling guilty about it? That's your real struggle?"

It’s always there. He still has the means to destroy me. “Good,” Dario mutters. “I feel we’re on the same page. Now, I’m thinking next week we should set up a meeting with my father and his people, and we can go over, as we go over the fact that we are going to tell your father, I found you and you love me so we are getting married” Dario squeals like a stuck pig as he’s suddenly ripped away from me. A dark, malevolent shape hurls him away into the crowd, which scatters to let him crash to the floor.

"Yes, with the Tyche's daughter." "Ok Jonathan." Jiroo said and he looked at me then back to the guy. "Fucking shit! Park Ceres!" Jiroo shouts loudly and throws the bottle, directly hitting the poor Jonathan as Jiroo ran to him and he pulled out the dagger that buckled on his hip and stabbed the guy on his neck before slitting his throat. Jiroo is mad! "Stop the wedding!" I shouted and we all charged forward to the hoplites. "Oh crap!" I exclaimed when I saw Nami fall on his face. "The fuck are you doing?!"

Drago notified, “I will give you an estimate, you open that door, you will meet hell, what are you going to do when you are injured?” El Diablo smiled, he didn’t flinch when he was told about his wound neither did he look shocked when he was told of his doom, because one thing was for certain, this was not the end for him. “This,” he said followed by a gunshot. Drago flinched, momentarily showing his pain on his face before concealing it again as the black haired man before him walked up to him. “Now we are both bleeding,” El Diablo said before placing his gun on Drago’s temple as he stood behind him, “and you will open the door.”

Seeing that Rio was hurt by his attack, Dante let a thunderous growl intimidate Rio. Rio, although hurt, had managed to stop the bleeding thanks to the enchanted medallion and the training he went through with Leonard and Deadrei. He then retaliated by spearing Dante, causing him to fall to the ground. Rio then mounted over him and started to pound him with a barrage of punches and elbows, he also slashed Dante on the neck but it was not too deep.

the assistant replied. "Damn! So annoying!" he said, annoyed. "What's wrong, Young Master? Are you suffering from a burning love sickness for Miss Mitha?" Dio teased, glancing at Erlan who was annoyed. "Watch your words, Dio! Since when do I need a woman? Don't dream, you!" he snapped, getting angrier. "Ha-ha-ha, then why are you so worked up, Boss? When will you see Mr. Arjuna and Miss Mitha together?" he retorted again.

I knew which one Dario was as Dario had a black shirt on, while Atlas had a white one on. I stood there in fear, my eyes just stuck on Dario as Atlas sprinted towards him landing a punch on his jaw but just in time Dario dodged the punch and kicked Atlas in the face making him fall to the ground. Dario smiled as he circled around his body. Atlas snapped his angry face towards Dario giving him a menacing glare as he stood up again as the two circled each other.

Dario said, "There's nothing that can ever go wrong." "What about Jared and Sophie?" Dante asked. "I think those two are cool now," Dario replied chuckling, "Especially after she got her pound of flesh from you and Jared seemed to have run away." "What if they're planning something?" Dante asked. "That's a lovely question, Dante," Ricco said coming In. "Don't act like you weren't part of them," Dante snapped. "Well, for a moment I was. Until I found the true definition of living." Dante stared at his wistful eyes and sighed. He was being genuinely honest and his eyes said so. He had spoken like a man truly in love and ready to focus on his family.

I feel no pain other than my head, ribs and legs, so who… “Enough of this, Dante,” My heart drops at the one voice I never expected to be my saving grace and open my eyes. Arman had his gun pointed at Dante, then he flipped it over to show his palms. “Dante, let her go,” he says, but then my eyes focus on the other person in the room with Arman… Dario stood staring at his older brother, the one who trained him to be the mafioso he is today; his idol thought long dead. I have no idea what’s going through his mind right now, but it is something we will have to deal with afterward.