Dantdm X の小説・ストーリー

He was about to fall asleep when his phone rang. "Bro, what's up?" Dante yelled into the phone. "Nothing. How are you? Wait, no, where are you?" Dimitri asked, sitting up on his bed. "I'm at Club Spasms. Medora city. I'll be staying here for a while. I have a small job I need to take care of." Dante said. "How's your mission?" "It's going great. I'm gaining their trust and all. Very soon I'll be able to lure them back. Can't wait, Bro." Dimitri replied. Dante was the only person who truly knew about his identity.

He found those fair, blue-eyed classmates with mustaches very hypocritical. He was so infuriated that he was almost attacked by his tracheitis again. He waited a long time and finally smoothed his breathing. He picked up his phone, and there were a few cracks on his screen because of the smash. Dante turned on his social app. He still had one final hope: his friends in Little Xeottect’s Rich Heirs group chat. Dante clicked on it and found that there were many messages. A lot of them tagged him. [Mr. Harrington, what happened?]

“You look familiar.” David also turned to look at Damian… but saw nothing. The mask covered everything except the eyes, and no sense of familiarity stirred in him. “Maybe we crossed paths,” Damian replied. “But I don’t recall. I’m… new here.” A clean lie. Xander’s eyes dropped to the tag. “Dr. Daniel Martins.” Nothing clicked. Damian silently thanked every deity that he wore one of the new uniforms. He stepped back, distancing himself, then turned to David.

Day seven, the Sabbath, finally done with the silver test Danté felt good opening his eyes, he couldn't wait to get some sort of liquid down his throat, that was priority one, fuck the pain. Aiden came in front of him, being in charge if happenings around the Yard Danté found it odd to see him "Where is my torturer?" Aiden was busy undoing the shackles and taking out all the acupuncture needles "I came to personally get you, there is something we must address"

He’s a tamer version of Dante with the right amount of Damien mixed up in one just as deadly combination. Damitri is heavy handed and shot first ask questions later type of guy but I know that even though my guys are like that, with me they are all giant teddy bears filled with nothing but mushy stuff and love. “Call Liam and have him come over and wait with you” Damien says as an order more then a suggestion.

Fuck, I miss Dante. I'm ready to go home. ******************************************

“No.” His eyes lifted toward mine slowly. “I made things clear.” For a second neither of us moved. Then Dante's phone rang sharply from across the room. He answered quickly, his expression changing almost immediately. Every instinct in my body sharpened. “What?” I asked. Dante looked up slowly, tension pulling hard across his face now. “There's been another hit.” My jaw tightened instantly. “Where” His eyes shifted briefly towards Imran before landing back on me. “One of the storage locations connected to the files.”

I am going to have a very interesting academic year, and even though I may not be in the Cheerleading team, but I am interested in Damian Anderson. Call it lust, call it to crush or love at first sight. One thing is certain I know he is that fire that I will gladly burn-in.

“They were family.” Damien sat with perfect, aristocratic posture despite his torn black shirt and crimson-flecked eyes. “Damien Crowe. Graduate student. Pure-blood vampire. I drove a silver blade through my sire’s heart tonight. The man who gave me this cursed existence… called me his greatest pride.” A bitter smile touched his lips. “Now I’m alone in the bloodline.”

“You think you’re going to get answers by trying to beat them out of him? You're just going to end up killing him and there is not going to be good for us to it.” “He deserves worse.” I snapped. “Maybe. But that doesn’t mean we waste our energy now.” Damon’s voice dropped further. “Use your head. Not your rage.” I clenched my jaw. Behind us, Carter said, voice ragged, “She called herself Tatiana. She… she said things about Delilah. About power. About what’s coming.” Damon turned slowly. “Spare me.” Carter blinked. “You don’t believe me?” Damon’s expression hardened. “I don’t believe anything from a man who watched us bleed and said nothing.”