Canon Fodder Novels & Stories

You know the Fosters. Everyone does. From the beautiful Victorian on the bend. A stone’s throw from the canal. Damon was a policeman, back in the day. Discharged on pension. Went on to become a cardiologist—best one within a reasonable drive. I hear they pay him a fortune.

The exhaustion from the day's troubles was too much for his hypoglycemic system. Jason fiddled away with the envelope which slipped off his quivering hands. Losing his balance, Jason dropped to the marble floor with a loud thud, and everything blacked out. *** Song: Anna of the north (Lovers) 💔💔 You told me I would never see you walk away. Said you'd never break my heart Never leave me in the dark I guess there are just some promises we shouldn't make Shoulda knew from the start I'm in the dark Show a little loving

Did I ask another question and risk being nosy or did I keep asking them for the sake of conversation and my own curiosity? There were only two questions I had left and I wasn't sure I wanted to know the answers to them. "How often do you have to..." my voice trailed off. What do you even call drinking someone else's blood? Feeding? Drinking? Murder? "Four times a day," he said, understanding my question. "Your dad said you were fasting," I noticed. "What does that mean?" Cain drew in a deep breath. "I don't particularly enjoy killing people for their blood, Ella."

That would make Lev forget his drama. Tomorrow there will be a show in the Arena, where my pets usually play. And tomorrow, I will feed the Doze of men tracked by Keros, the Foedus hacker, who want to break into the island's firewall security system. Nite, one of Foedus' members classified as an assassin, told me they had caught those hackers and were on the island yesterday.

LYDIA MARTIN I need to sleep, I need to sleep. I kept repeating the words again and again. Maybe if I chanted it long enough, it would come true. My eyes couldn’t shut shut. Instead, they were shining brightly. I kept blinking while staring into the darkness. "I'll be 18 tomorrow, and my father is throwing a party to celebrate, and I'll finally meet my Mate." I'm curious about who he will be; have I met him before? Will he be from the White Wolf pack too?

I walked towards him as he is seated majestically on his golden throne with his wizard Harrod standing next to him. Harrod makes all kinds of medicines and black magic for father. "Father, you sent for me." I say with a small bow. "Yes." He replies. "What is it father?." I asked politely. He faced Harrod and gestures at him to speak up. Harrod turned to me and bowed. " My prince, i'm afraid there's no cure for the king's deformed hand in this kingdom." He says. I glanced at father's left deformed arm and sighed. He always uses a golden glove to hide it.

Black shelves loomed like shadows of sin—cold steel, dark leather, polished glass. The tools sat in perfect order: crops, flóggers, díldos, plúgs, pàddles, clàmps, a violet wand cradled in velvet, gàgs in various shapes, ànal hooks, ropes, hoods, and restraints. It wasn’t decoration. It was declaration. Every piece had drawn cries. Every piece had made someone submit.

I inquired cautiously. "Made me some coffee!" said the person on the other end of the line before hanging up. I walked to the pantry alongside Mr. Caden's office, where the cabinets, coffee machine, water dispenser, and other food and drink preparation equipment are located. I was perplexed as to what I needed to make coffee. It also took me some time to discover it because I was new and had no idea where it was. Sir Caden's yell came through a slide window connecting to his office.

It then dawned on everyone that Miren can only be used if you have poison inside your body, and if you don't, it will create its poison and kill the person. Christopher Fangs recreated these poisons and used them to massacre his brother’s family and as well as their father. But before he could kill the Young Lester Fangs who witnessed everything, someone was able to save him, and after that, Christopher Fangs had fallen, no remains were found, he was either hiding or dead. “Y-you! Stop! I'm not that bastard’s son!” Naster almost went mad after Nicholas flashed a mocking smile at him before continuing. “Did this man promise you power? Well, you all are fools, under my rule and my power, no on