Celos Novels & Stories

Zeeb, the male with disheveled dark hair and tan skin asked. “That is correct, which is why we’ll be getting coins first.” “How?” Celia asked. Marcel smiled. “We’re going to fight for it.”

The workload was horrendous and the pay was insulting. He eyed the sorry state of Samir’s shoes while pulling on his own. He was getting late, yet, he couldn’t kick off the nagging urge to keep those dripping shoes in the sun. Giving in, he swiped it up and placed it under a hot sun on the balcony. Before walking out the door with his laptop, he dropped a text message to Samir. “Your shoes are in the sun, man. It was messed up. See you in the evening.” ***

I nodded. I looked outside the window and I saw the neighbor having a party. Not in Tania’s house but in the house of what she called “Tatay Celvo” I don’t know but my eyes are like a telescope. I see them celebrating the 100 years of living of the old man. There were a lot of people. I guess it’s his sons and daughters as well as his grandchildren. They surrounded the old man who was sitting in his wheelchair and a woman was singing while holding a cake. I can hear their celebration loud and clear and I don’t know why. I saw that Tatay Celvo looked at me, as if he could see me he smiled at me. I closed my window and thought for a second because I was surprised that the old man could see me

"I'll just apologize to him tomorrow." "So what do you have," Trix directed at Marcus, rubbing her hands together. "Ah," Marcus fumbled through his pocket and pulled out a clear bag. "Nothing right now except this really. I bought of off a gypsy of sorts, said it was organic. I tried it and it didn't do sh*t though," Marcus said. Trix grabbed the bag and observed the powder. As she held it towards the sunlight, it sparkled like the stars. "I'll take it," she said stuffing it in her pocket.

Even someone with poor vision could see that they were related. “And who are you?” My mother Brook’s father. “My name is Jason Blakley, also known as the Legendary Crescent Wolf, or in your case, the true Alpha King.” He said, his voice booming through the auditorium with such authority, that it was hard to deny his claim.

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He dismissed every other thoughts he wanted to point out and proceeded to take his leave. “And you need to rest. You look exhausted Louis, I can't have my beta looking like this.” I moved towards my desk in the the room and picked up a hard covered book. An envelope slipped out of the pages and fell on the table. The crest on the seal stole a nod from me as I heaved out a sigh. “The next Alpha meeting is in a week,” I said to him. Louis stopped and nodded. “Yes Alpha,” “You know what that means, right? Our new allies from Westmoore pack would pay us a visit, and if it goes well we've managed to secure ourselves another buisness venture.”

Integrity +1 → 8/10 Remy Dagger Sync +1 → 95% Celeste Valentina Morua—14, Level 2, Crown equipped— curled into Remy ready for Monday and every mist-space night after.

I said. Then I know the name of the male Outer Space coloured inkling “it can’t be… Astronius!!?” I said with shock. Astronius nodded solemnly, "Yes, it's me. “That means the other Arcana Legoon inkling I met back at the Grave spot with dry Royal Heart splatter marks is, Cesaros!!! No way I’ve been interacting the late Arcana Legion” I said with bafflement. Astronius gave a faint smile, "Time has a way of bringing us back together, even if in unexpected forms.