Why Does Dio Hate The Joestars Novels & Stories

“Do you really think I don’t have enough people to fight against you?” “So be it,” Dario spoke. “I don’t care if I have to fight the entire universe—but you will die.” He stated. “But don’t worry, I won’t kill you yet. I will eventually, but it will be a long and painful death.” Dario turned to look at us, his eyes full of darkness. The kind and polite man I had once known was not the same person anymore, and after everything he had been through—I couldn’t blame him. “I think you should all leave now. Dad and I still have a lot of unfinished business.”

“Who else would it be? Dante has hated me since the day we met. Every single time I think things between us are finally getting better, he turns around and reminds me who he really is.” “But he seemed genuinely confused,” Tiana pointed out softly. “No. It was him,” I insisted stubbornly. “You don’t know him like I do. He hates me.” Tiana bit her lip thoughtfully. “Well… Jessica isn’t exactly our biggest fan either.” I scoffed. “Jessica doesn’t have enough brains to pull something like this off. It had to be Dante and his brothers.” “Are you sure?” Tiana asked again. “Positive,” I muttered bitterly. “God, I hate those triplets so much. Why would the Moon Goddess mate me to them? I can’t stand

Dio teased. “It’s true. Daphne was right when she said I’m a monster, and no woman will love me. Eros himself said I have no soulmate or true love. I’m not worthy of love.” I frowned. “First, Daphne is a cunt if that’s how she feels.” Dio waved a knife around before stabbing a cut of meat from the tray. “You are not a monster. And as much as I like Eros, he’s a family friend. Even my grandpa Tobias will say he’s an asshole at times.” He shook his head before pausing to shove food into his mouth.

"Why?" "Because he loves you so much. He loves you so much he is so willing to accept and forget what Zara did just to have you by his side. He doesn't want to lose you, Zoey. Do you know how lucky you are because someone loves you that way, so unconditionally?" "But, Dio loves grandpa Hermes so much, as well, Zam. He can't just. ." "But, he did. Perhaps, he thought that if he kills Zara in return, you will be very devastated by her death. And, he doesn't want to see you suffer like that."

A little write up with their thumbprints right by their names. The words and evidence hit Dario like a punch to the gut. He struggled to process the information. “Sold her? How could they do that?” He asked himself as although he suspected it anc had seen much, even animals and supernaturals do not harm their own for no just cause. Humans are the most evil creatures on the earth. Jace swallowed hard, as even he whispered was a private investigator and spy felt said for Marissa. Dario clenched his fists, rage bubbling beneath the surface. “And her father? What happened to him?” He asked through gritted teeth.

Special enough to receive treatment no other scholar had ever received. A painful ache spread through my chest. If Khaelon truly protected scholars, then why was I the exception? What had I done to deserve his hostility? I had never met him before coming to this university. I had never insulted him. I had never wronged him. So why? Why did he look at me as if I had personally offended him? Why did he seem to hate me the moment he saw me? I lowered my gaze, afraid Jacob might see the hurt in my eyes.

The previous incident traumatized Khan; he was doing great, the killings had ceased, and the psycho was probably behind bars. Joan reached out after a week and told her she had gone on a vacation. Ariel was relieved. Sighing, she glanced at the oblique aesthetic clock on the wall. He was already an hour late. Disappointment began to creep in; he was not coming. The realization left a sinking feeling in her stomach; it was like her heart had been ripped in two. Tears stung her eyes, but she blinked them back with difficulty. Expecting Axel to like her back was hopeless; he didn't even have the decency to show up or decline her treat. That was how lowly he thought of her. He had agreed, why wa

he stroked my cheek. Dario is a handsome man....really handsome causing girls to go crazy for him but not once he gave a glance towards them. In fact he hates the opposite gender...why?....well that's a part of his past. I feel like myself when I am with him....I feel like I am the old faith whenever he is with me. I become more talkative, bubbly, happy which fears me....it makes me scared that I might get hurt again.

Dio kept telling the story without seeing Erlan's face that was red while holding back his emotions. Realizing that, Erlan again pulled Dio's shirt collar. His hand was already clenched in the air and wanted to land on the assistant's jawbone soon. Dio began to be afraid, he then immediately said, "Y-Young Master. Remember your promise. Forgive me, Young Master. I-I don't have the slightest courage to take her from you. Please forgive me. I promise I will try little by little to forget my wrong feelings. Young Master, I beg you ... please control your emotions. If you throw that punch in my face. Automatically my face will be damaged, Boss. It will be very difficult later for me to find a lo

Dian who had read the letter in whisper slowly raised his voice, “…But if you do not have anything good to talk about my mother, then let’s never meet. I don’t need anyone to spread more lies about her and I am not confident to not kill you if you do…” Hearing the cheeky provocation again, Starvos fist crack as his jaw clenched at the same time. “I have never met this bastard,” Starvos whispered, “But I am also not confident I wouldn’t kill him once I met this cheeky one.” Remenia who watched as Starvos stomped outside of the dining hall, brimming in anger fell to the chair, placing his hand on his forehead. “God forbid they meet! God forbid!” Dian looked at him as though he had gone crazy.