Novel & Cerita More Blood Diabolik Lovers

I'll go for a loan sooner or later, besides the help Jacob was giving, but I will not go down just like that. I thought sex would help clear my head. But that sour idiot just made it worse. “Ugh.” I punched the wall. Water rushed down my face, elbows, back. Frustration? No. This was rage. I wanted to kill something or someone. Especially her. Diana McCoy—Diana. That bitch I was hard for. She was everywhere. In my head. Calling me. That lipstick… that damn sexy red is making me horny. That shape. I wanted her. I needed her.

The Crucible ignited into a blazing inferno of bodies and passion. Thousands of lovers from every reality poured into the sanctum, adding their heat to the crucible. The chamber rang with the raw, molten music of sex—wet flesh slapping rhythmically, desperate moans rising like steam, screams of climax echoing off glowing walls. Vespera was quickly lost in overwhelming sensation: double-stuffed by Draven and Lorien, Sable’s eager mouth and fingers driving her to violent, squirting orgasms. Her body shook and convulsed, emerald fire exploding from her skin and making the crucible burn hotter.

You have been abiding too long with ghosts. "Humour me," I said calmly. "Before my patience runs out." He examined me at the edge of his glass. "You're asking about old money. Blood money. Before you were ready to rule." "And yet it still moves," I said. "Quietly." Vittorio leaned back. Dino, everything old is still breathing. You are the one who should know that, of all people. I leaned forward slightly. "Was it yours?" His smile was broad and very gradual. "Why ask me?"

the man blinked with a pretty smile. "No, and don't give me that disgusting look, I think I might puke." The man said and outright left. "Wait, I have the thing you want," the blond said and pulled out and aged bottle from his bag. "Aged, human blood wine, I heard it tastes heavenly to a starved vampire," he said shaking the ruby colour liquid around. Raymond paused and glanced back. "andddddd, it's your favorite blood sweet smelling blood type that doesn't turn to jelly,"

“Now Solterra has no ruler and completely ruined. I will die happily.” “You, bastard!” I yelled and my hands shook. Without further ado, I sauntered towards him and gave him alluvion of fiery attacks. He welcomed me with an arrogant smirk. He blocked and defended himself but this time I’m faster and more powerful than him. He was thrown away when he was hit. But I got more pissed when he still managed to laugh even when he was already coughing blood. “I think I underestimated you. I didn’t know you are actually more powerful than I expected. You are really something.”

“What have you done? What is happening?” “I created this cocktail just for you,” Lizzy purred in the same language. “I’m killing you, Antoh. A slow and agonizing death.” She put her face close to his. “It’s payback for all the pain you’ve caused me over the years and for taking my husband from me.” “Bitch,” the vampire spat with blood laden saliva. “If you say so,” Lizzy said as she watched the vampire slowly disintegrate until the Manthellan soldiers clutched nothing but fabric.

Her heart ached as Elizah turned her gaze out the window. "I’m sure the perpetrator wasn’t Liam. The police caught the wrong person, Julie. I don’t want to live like this. They let the real perpetrator walk free while Liam is imprisoned!" Elizah’s voice was heavy and filled with anger. Julie fully understood her sister’s feelings but could do nothing except try to calm her down. Julie fell silent, recalling something: "monsters." Yes, Elizah screamed "monsters," meaning there was more than one perpetrator. "Monsters. What do you mean by monsters? Did you feel there was more than one person?"

A sin that couldn’t be stoned I stared deep down his face His gaze was fixated on me I threw the first stone My heart filled with sorrows Covered with the strength of tomorrow I looked away from his preying eyes I couldn’t stand the eyes of the stranger The stranger that I had betrayed They casted their stones Pitting him with the pains in their heart As he slowly accepted his fate His resistance couldn’t oppose A big stone crouched up his head Breaking and tearing through his skull He fell with a great thud Covered with tears and blood While the mob continued incessantly Being incited by unwavering hatred And their loyalism to religion The blaring of sirens And chants of the mob The blood o

That is what he thought. A Blood partner, a lover. They are both pureblood vampires so they are destined to be together. But what about him? “You filthy half blooded bastard!” She creams at him full of hatred. He continues to drink the precious blood that he has been yearning for, but it doesn’t taste the same. “Let go of my elder brother! How dare you lay a finger to my lover!” her limbs were cut off using a special element, the once bright and beautiful doll is now bathing in blood. And the eyes that used to look down on me are dilapidated.

“You’re stronger than her.” The Spiral Queen's laughter rang out like bells made of bone. “You don’t win by love, boy, you win by blood.” Then light erupted from Vireya’s chest a spiral, black, Alive. It shot toward Sarah, John moved and took it for her. The impact knocked him off his feet. His body hit the ground with a crack. Sarah screamed. “NO!” John’s spiral mark flared then vanished. Vireya faltered. “That wasn’t meant” the realm shuddered. Sarah rose.