Chel Vore Novels & Stories

He was sure even a whisper would alert the shadow he was looking at in the dark. What it was, he didn’t know. He was sure, though, that it was bent over to a lump, unmoving body of someone. The creature was groaning, but its prey was no longer in the defense. Adjusting to the darkness, it became a challenge not to make a noise when he took in the feature of the monster. It looked just like the ones from the movie he, and others before her, were so fond of binge-watching. “What is happening?” he whispered, tears racing down once again as he slowly moved back.

She exclaimed. And at that moment Elena knew that she had gotten it right; he was indeed gorgeous. She looked at him again and she could have sworn, she saw him wink at her. oh well. Cheryl kept looking at the image before saying “Elena, I have seen this person before. He looks very familiar. I may have seen him before. I just can’t place where”

But Chelle was a masochist; there was no other explanation for the way she opened her mouth and didn’t hesitate to finish, “—cum.”

He hugged Lee. “I’m going to miss having you around”. “Me too”. VVVVV Takashi stood opposite the club a lot of people lined up for. Jun said the mole would meet him here. “Takashi right?” a girl said appearing out of nowhere. His heart leaped out of his chest, but he kept it under control. “Who’s asking?” “Geiru” she replied. “That doesn’t help me or you”. “Mole from Red Dawn”. “Oh!”

she said, nervously. Chel crossed her arms and leaned on the bookshelves. With her stammering words, with her trembling lips, with the sweat on her forehead, she knew very well that the student in front of her had done something really unpleasant and bad. "What is 3 plus, open and close parenthesis, 2 times 3, minus 4?" Chel asked. She didn't think about her question. It just entered her mind. "U-uh." The student in front of her stuttered.

ALVA The vein in Lilika’s temple throbbed as Nikolas introduced me. The look of absolute repulse she sent my way made me shudder but it was a much pleasant experience to the mental daggers that Nikolas's fianceé kept throwing at me. I was a fool to think the theater of disgrace would end there . Nikolas suddenly turned me in the direction of Aphrodite's and began. "Alva, This is Doria."

Her smile faltered for a fraction of a second, fear flickering in her eyes before she quickly masked it. “Mrs. Romano, it is an absolute honor to have you,” she said, her voice smooth. “I am Elizabeth Vance, the creative director here.” Mrs. Romano. The name sent a cold jolt through my spine. I hadn't gotten used to the sound of it yet, and I doubted I ever would. “Thank you, Elizabeth,” I replied, keeping my voice cool and unbothered. “Please, come with me,” Elizabeth said, motioning toward a sweeping spiral staircase. “Your husband called ahead. I know exactly what you are looking for. Follow me.”

She bawled now and Vera and I tensed as we nodded. She glared at us now. “Good.” She said. “Now, listen carefully. I had some of my men kill a Feral yesterday. They will be bringing him to the Hencher tonight. Now here’s what I want you two to do.” She said and stared at us for a brief moment before she continued.

The Helm of Awe covered my left shoulder and on my right was Valknut. Yggdrasil was in the middle and flowing from the roots of the tree was a wolf head. On either side of the wolf was a Jericho 9mm, Kiran’s personal touch to my Zeta mark. From the bottom of the roots, down my spine, was a ghost rune designed by Malachi with my name Jericho adorning the top of Yggdrasil. An hour and a half later Marcus was finished and I put my shirt back on. Tonight I would have to undress with every member of the pack present and shift for the first time in my life.

“Our orders are to present her unharmed.” Verona moved close to Chloe and took her hand. Turning it so that her wrist was exposed, she asked in a sultry voice, “Whatever did you do to upset our dear Antoh so?” before sinking her long, powerful fangs deep into the tender flesh. “You’re a vampire?” Chloe half-screamed; half-asked as she struggled to pull her arm free from Verona’s vice grip. “We can’t get much past you,” Stefan laughed as he carefully monitored Verona’s attack on Chloe’s wrist. “That’s enough, sister dear.”