Chel Vore Novels & Stories

At least poisonous insects and mosquitoes would not dare to get near them. “What are you carving?” Cheryl walked over and sat on the table next to Alex. She was wearing a black camisole nightgown with a very short hemline. Her thighs were perfectly exposed when she sat down. Her snow-white skin was less than ten centimeters away from Alex’s fingers. It was a deadly temptation!

Chloe heard the sound and peeped out from the kitchen window, she asked the chef, "Who is this now?" The cook looked at the car and shrugged as well, not knowing who it was. "Call the security and get them…" Chloe was about to finish her sentence but abruptly stopped when she saw Icarus's mother, Kelsie Vuron, step out of the car. The staff froze and looked at each other in shock before dashing towards the door to welcome her. "Mrs Vuron." They bowed in front of her, nervously looking at their own feet.

Varkos entered into a room that looked like an altar; the room was so clean and new that you would never suspect the kind of atrocious act that goes on behind it. He inhaled, took off his cloak, and stood in front of a desk; he flicked his hand, and a cauldron, a knife, and a kettle appeared before him. He used the knife to slit his wrist; his mouth started moving as he began chanting out incantations. “Vorash’ta mel nuriah… Zhor’en vel tu’marien… Khal venor oth’kai… Thren’vak sor’nael…” He turned towards them, his eyes pitch red again, and he slowly marched to them like a predator stalking its prey while he kept chanting.

His dried seed still clung to her skin, a possessive reminder that clashed violently with her new reality. Darius stepped into the light, tall and cruelly handsome in a tailored black suit, his eyes raking over her body like she was merchandise. “Awake at last, little virgin. Or should I say… Vale’s whore now?” Pera’s heart hammered. Memories flooded back Marcus’s roar, the fight, the dart. “Where is he?” she demanded, voice hoarse but defiant. The chains rattled as she struggled, the movement making the shirt ride higher, exposing her glistening pussy.

He looked like a devil in silk—sharp cheekbones, silver hair, black gloves. “Valerio,” he purred. “You brought her. How... poetic.” Valerio said nothing. Sera stayed one step behind him, chin high. “Do you know what I hate most about you, Thorne?” Cael continued. “You don’t appreciate art. You build empires but forget beauty. That’s why I took her.” Valerio’s voice was steel. “You touched her, I’ll kill you.” Cael laughed. “Oh, I didn’t touch her. I could smell you all over her. I wouldn’t dare ruin such ownership.”

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.

As promised, their future wedding will be broadcast on NYC television. “Babe, which flavor do you prefer?” Chloe inquired as to when the waiter would place the sample slices of cake for their engagement party. Helios’ brow furrowed as he reached for the spoon. He nibbled on the chocolate Bavarian on the left, then the four-season vanilla on the right. “I prefer the chocolate Bavarian,” he said as he set the spoon down. Chloe smiled broadly and nodded. “Perfect. What about the—” When Helios’ phone rings, Chloe comes to a halt.

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting its silvery glow on the hidden corners of Chloe's world. The air was heavy with the scent of pine and anticipation as Chloe, now a werewolf, patrolled the edges of the supernatural and mortal realms. The ritual had left her with a heightened sense of awareness, a fusion of strength and vulnerability. As Chloe moved through the shadows, she sensed a presence—a familiar aura that set her on edge. Caleb emerged from the darkness, his figure cloaked in moonlight. His eyes, once filled with resentment, now held a different emotion—vulnerability.

they roared back, louder this time. Beside me, Chelley tightened her grip on my hand. Her palm was cold, her fingers trembled slightly. I glanced at her and saw the nervousness written all over her face. Gently, I rubbed her palm with my thumb, slow circles meant to calm her heartbeat, and maybe mine too. "Ladies and gentlemen, it is now my absolute pleasure to invite to the stage the most gorgeous, the latest, the amiable CEO of Chelley Innovations, Mrs. Mitchelle Roth!"

Cheryl sat to the left, glaring at Celena, who was brooding opposite her. Anger was etched on Cheryl's face, but beneath it, a trace of glee flickered. She chimed in with fervor, "Celena, you're a real curse, aren't you? The materials were your responsibility, and they've been outright rejected three times. Do you grasp the gravity of that?"