Mr Dior Manhua Novels & Stories

Alora and Evie said in chorus. "Nice meeting you as well." I greeted. "Hey! I'm Davis." said the blonde haired guy. "I'm Mark." said the gray haired one. "I'm Oscar." His hair was natural, not painted. "I'm Baron." Said the man who looks so hunk with his spike hairstyle. Like, Dao Ming Si from the famous chinese movie, Meteor Garden. But Dao Ming Si looks much cooler. "Nice meeting you all." I greeted and they all greeted me back as well. My heart was covered with happiness as there is some people welcomed me warmly.

Tom said. "But y'all are not in Mt.Olympus no more, you guys are in the city, where people usually wear Chanel, Celine, YsL and Dior!" "What are those?" Jonas asked curiously while looking up to Jiroo naively. "This shirt is from Dior, Liam's shirt is from Celine. They are brands and this is what people usually are wearing." Jiroo explained and they all nod at him, as if they just learned the most amusing things in their life. "Next, ordinary humans don't have powers, do any of you have powers?"

The Woman in black laughs sarcastically afterward. Xiao Ni furrowed her eyebrow and gritted her teeth. "You Magica de spell, what are you doing here? Go try to steal Uncle Scrooge McDuck's number one dime! How could you think I dare to wear Vera Wang's dress to be a substitute bride?!" The so-called Magica De Spell finally responded to Xiao Ni. "I am not Magica de spell! I am Jang Man Wol from hotel de luna!! Moreover, if you did not come as a substitute bride, why did you dress up like one?"

Chapter 102 - Slowly, Dorin’s eyes opened. The first thing he saw was a tall man with flowing gold hair and golden eyes, smiling at him. He was well build and slightly bronzed with the bright sun shining behind him, yet he can clearly see his calm face and the gentle look in his round eyes. “Who...” The man held out a hand. As he touched it, he suddenly remembered where he was, and once again, he was face to face with the hooded oracle with the cold, bony hands.

The rooms was beautiful and everything screamed rich as if telling me I don't belong here. I looked at Mr DiCaprio who was typing away on his phone. The man was as handsome has my prince charming in my dreams if not more. The two things I like about his face was his eyes and hair. His hair looked really soft and shiny making me wonder what hair products he used. "What hair products do you used sir?" "What" "I said what-" "I heard you the first time, why do you want to know?" "So who are we meeting?" "Mr Richard, he his an old investors of my father."

I knew that was all she could share—the kid knew nothing more. Before I could delve deeper into my thoughts, there was another knock at the door. This time, another maid entered, looking slightly anxious. “Mrs. Moore, there’s someone here to see you,” she said tentatively. I frowned, confused. “Who?” The maid shifted on her feet. “It’s Mr. Jordan McWood.” “Who?” I asked, unsure where I had heard the name. “Mr. Jordan was the young man from the elite fashion home,” Vivian helped, and I gasped in realization.

He seemed chic and suave in his casual suit. The women gaped in awe, and there was a twinkle in their eyes. 'What a handsome man!' A smile blossomed on Lily's face when she noticed that the man walked toward her. 'This can't be Mister D! How young and handsome! His car must be worth at least millions!' "Hi, Miss Lily. I'm Donoghue Dixon. I'm Mister D from your live stream." The man smiled as he walked toward Lily. His well-manners left a good impression on Lily.

she hesitantly asked tightening their entwined hands. " I am BENJAMIN DIOR WALKER, the Sanguine Tyrant of the Verboten World."

"I-I don't know... I'm not, I don't know who she is..." Dario smirked at the blatant lie that Manuel threw to his face. He was bad at lying, just like how bad he was at hiding. It pissed him off, but made him smirk, nonetheless. "So, you're telling me that you're not the one in this picture?" Dario taunted as he reached for the photo, holding it up for the man to see. "Years caught up to the face and all, but I'm pretty sure it's the same person." With his smirk still plastered on his mouth, Dario turned to Adon. "Is it not the same person, Adon?"

She was aware of their stares and a part of her wished she had not dressed so exposing in the first place. A tall, handsome man in a well-tailored suit headed her way, and Diora chuckled. “Already drawing them are you? That’s my girl”. Mayeli gave an uneasy laugh. At the moment, she felt like bolting for the door, but Diora’s arm was clamped firmly around her waist, pushing her forward and giving her no room for escape. The man reached them. He was handsome, no doubt, with dark-brown curly hair and deep blue eyes. He reminded her so much of Killian.