Romans & histoires Asriel Vore

"Suffer? Oh, dear Lisa, you still don’t see the bigger picture. Ace is not just a pawn; he’s the key. His mind, his blood—they hold the secrets to unlocking power you can’t even imagine." Lisa's breath caught in her throat. "What are you talking about?" Evelyn's eyes gleamed with a dangerous light. "The *Sopor Veritas*—it’s not just a plant, Lisa. It’s a doorway. When combined with the right elements, it can unlock the deepest recesses of the human mind, tapping into the power that lies dormant in all of us. Ace is special. He’s always been special, and with him, I can harness that power."

She turned around to yell at him but he took her by surprise when he grabbed her hand and pulled her with him as he walked towards Asaiah. "Why are your thoughts always so crude, brother?" Asriel asked his brother with a sigh. Asaiah had not looked up from the PC but he shrugged with a grin. "Believe me brother, my thoughts are ten times more crude than you can ima_ ah!" His statement was cut short when Asriel sprayed water on him. Asaiah jumped off Asriel's chair and glared at the baby blue water spray bottle in Asriel's hand. "What is your problem?" Asaiah asked angrily. Asriel just sprayed him again and this time, Asaiah ran into the bathroom. Asriel turned his attention back to Selena. H

My eyelids try to close with all their might, but I resist and slowly manage to open them, although everything is blurry, I see that I am on the ground, lying. When I close and reopen them, Azael's face appears in front of me, watching me with a frown, with his piercings and his black shirt through which his tattoos peek out and spread across his neck. But when I blink again, there is no sign of him. As if it was part of my imagination.

It was even still dripping from his bloodied hands and the scent of it was so disgusting that I felt like throwing up. He bent over on one knee in front of me and his right hand was holding a black rose. My lips were quivering while feeling the fear within my body. Using the black rose, he gently rubbed it on my skin. It went smoothly and I even felt something tingling inside me as my thoughts went too wild.

--But how will I be able to find it? “That power! So, you’ve finally recovered it now” I heard someone said in his mind, As I turned around, I saw a young boy floating in front of me. It’s a soul that’s neither alive nor dead. He’s looking at me with a smile and delighted. It made me pause for a moment. “Hi Azzie!” He said “Do you need any help?!” He asked, then looked me straight in the eyes. That made me smile. AZRAEL THE LAST PSYCHOPOMP

She did not want to waste her chance roasting the man who cheated on her best friend. "You mean you're that Ash-" "Yes... He's that Ashton Grey. The one that owned that big fashion company. AG Atelier, remember? The company used to hold a lot of design contests for art students before. Ashley and I used to participate in those contests before and we often told you that, you know... What a turn of events, Ashley ended up marrying the owner of that company," Hana kept roasting the guy harshly.

“I know you can hear us.” Aria began to tremble. Vaelin narrowed his eyes. “Don’t listen to them.” Aria squeezed her eyes shut, her face conflicted. Rael stepped even closer. “You don’t belong to Vaelin. You are Aria. You are light.” Aria’s eyes snapped open—and for the first time, they were no longer dark. The familiar blue shimmer returned. Vaelin snarled. “No! I will not lose this body!” Lorian swung his sword, striking Vaelin with all his strength.

“Like that.” Sirens screamed closer, red and blue slashing through the broken windows, lighting the walls in streaks. Sienna’s gut clenched—cops could mean help or a bigger mess. She dug the vial out, holding it up, the red inside catching the glow. Yours, Sienna. Always was. Her blood, his blood—Dorian’s twisted game, and she was neck-deep.

Sera was angry with herself because she had failed to remember that the Princess she had served years before had been allergic to the sun and spotlights that shone in her face. Freya rose up from the floor and washed her teeth before approaching Arthur, who was putting on armor. "How are you doing? Where are you heading to this early?” He faced her. "To apprehend the assassin!" She took a big bite. "Very serious!" "He had been looking at my nude body when he was here last night. He must be gay, which is why he has to be punished,” he said before grabbing his sword. "You are not making any comments."