Astral Pet Store Novels & Stories

The kind of asset you didn’t call unless you were ready to bury secrets in ash. I hit call. Two rings. He picked up. "Boss." His voice was low, metallic, like someone had dragged a razor across old stone. “Code?” he asked. I answered immediately: “Crimson light. Ash in the west. Pale moon, black crest.” He paused. “Connection secure.” I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me. “I need a job done.” “Names?” “The Lords.” Silence. Then: “...You’re kidding.”

He even exuded a hint of ruthlessness toward his daughter. That must be why he could personally send his daughter to a psychiatric hospital. His hand hung mid-air as Atlas showed no intention of shaking hands with him. Ultimately, he had no choice but to retract his hand awkwardly. He looked at Atlas and said in a low voice, "My daughter is young and knows nothing. She’s just spouting nonsense because of her admiration for you.” Gabriel hurriedly added, "Mr. Atlas, please forgive us. Hazel was just joking.” Atlas didn't even look at Gabriel and continued questioning Byron, "Mr. Byron, as far as I know, Sautoir Fine Jewelry under ATL Empire has not cooperated with anyone in Torado. Currently,

Thick cold air rushing between the passageways of the labyrinth of large crystalline rocks. 'Iyala, Terra Australis.' -Gen. Matilda Foster A platoon of colonial soldiers surveyed the area for a mission they knew little about. The floor was rough and pointy and reflected light it could reach. The large glowing rocks displayed a text no one understood. Looking above, they saw the majestic Aurora Australis playing with the stars. And several comets that passed through a luminous ring; connecting massive planet-like stars organised like beads covering Terra Australis.

You may want to reconsider since this is now a Paramdam and Supernatural Spa member's first-hand experience, yes? We look forward to your return to the Supernatural Spa and we hope it will be soon. This is your Storyteller, The Diwata saying... Good night and fare thee well...

"Leo, you know what to do." "Oh isn't this the strongest celestial spirit Leo, how lucky of us to have a match with you." The girl arrogantly said and revealed her own key. "Gate of thee Fly, I open thee Musca!" A sudden appearance of a topaz colored light blinded Jamnia. With wings behind it's back and a head that reassembles a fly, Jamnia blinked twice to confirmed what's she's seen. "I'll deal with you later." The gigantic lad coldly summoned his own key. "Gate of thee Lizard, I summon thee Lacerta!"

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.

"It's totally fine. I actually like it the way it is." As she spoke, her gaze flicked to a lone blue folder sitting on the otherwise empty desk. She frowned slightly. "What's this?" Abel leaned against the desk and picked it up. "New job. It's a joint venture between a Cyrelian company and a foreign partner. They want Eastral elements in their jewelry designs, so naturally, I thought of you." He handed her the folder. "Honestly, none of us know much about Eastral. This one's right up your alley."

she said in a bad tone. "Don't you know where your brother-in-law is going?" "I'm just sure he would like to meet his mistress. As for the place, I don't have any idea," explained Regita. "You don't have a single clue?" Regita thought for a moment, and then she snapped her fingers. "I saw my brother-in-law and the woman met at a twenty-four hour fruit store that had also been selling Rujak. If I'm not mistaken, the location isn't far from the office..." Regita paused her sentences, she tried to remember the name of the office. "Wir... wira. Ahh what Wira is it?" She mumbled.

There had been enough weird things happening lately to make her overthink even this. Pushing open the glass door, the chimes jingled above her, and the rich aroma of animal food, fresh bedding, and pet care products welcomed her. She stepped into the vibrant space, brushing past a customer cradling a freshly groomed chihuahua. They exchanged smiles, and Arah gave the adorable dog a fond look. Her gaze then flicked to the guy behind the counter, wearing a yellow shirt with the quirky ‘Paws & Whimsies’ logo. His sandy blonde hair seemed to have grown past his ears since the last time she’d seen him.

I woke up, soaked up every second with my babies, left them with Celeste, and headed to Brookfield Place. I’d never been there before, so I texted Atlas to meet me at the entrance. The second I arrived, there he was. “Ju…” “Good afternoon, Mr. Atlas,” I smiled. “And please, just Atlas from now on.” “Atlas it is.” He flashed that easy smile and led me inside. The store was on the second floor. He explained he was keeping it closed because he was selling it. He handed me the files, and within seconds I was lost in numbers, my happy place. I was so focused I didn’t even notice my hair falling over my face, pen between my teeth like always.