روايات وقصص ضمن Chemical Guys Black Frost

’ Jeremiah, who currently munching the garbage, ignores the sound of the broken glass; he is completely clueless about the grave danger that lies behind. ‘I will have your head.’ Yes, there were methods used by the Blackfrost brothers to relieve their anxiety. Jayden for example used a glass of wine to prevent his anxiety grows into depression. But when it doesn’t help, he needs other methods to alter his feeling, even though it may cause pain… to someone else…. ***

Some of the purest parts of the process floated. "Absorb it all Three. This is your reward for your diligent work. As well as listening to me correctly." Ren said tiredly. As the steam continues to pour out, he reached to his side and grabbed some Frost Water. He did not hold back as he chugged it down. "Ahhh, that hits the spot nicely." As the Frost Water enters his stomach, it was then cultivated along with the pills he had placed under his tongue. In case he needed the extra Ion Energy boost during the mixing process.

Grace grimaced, “They wouldn’t kill him.” “Why?” “He’s the only one who knows the Blue Ice recipe.” She huffed, “My uncle died in the attack trying to protect me. They need him alive. That area of the continent is harsh, even for werewolves.” Frost Pelt’s main export had always been Blue Ice wolfsbane whiskey. It had been the lifeblood of the pack along with their fur production. Frost Melt was the new name of the pack that had been there before. She sniffled, “But if he’s… alive, then how can I be sure? It’s not as though I can say my father is an exception to the rule just because he’s my father.”

“She just… collapsed...” Through the bond she’s there, but far away. Slipping. Freya! I send, desperate. Come back. Please come back... Nothing. Just quiet. “We need to get her to the pack house,” Henry says, limping up. “Healers...” “Blackwood.” I look up. Kieran Frost stands there, human again, ice-blue eyes impossible to read. “What?” I snap. He glances at Freya, then at Viktor’s broken body. Something flickers on his face. Worry? Something else? I can’t tell.

Determined. Something stirred within Chloe, battling against the fear that wrapped around her like cutting chains. Whatever it was waking up inside of her reacted to the presence of this male as he dominated the space around them. The winds had cut across his cheeks and nose to leave them pink and flecks of snow clung desperately to the wisps of jet black hair peeking out from under his woollen hat. He looked different in what appeared to be fatigues. There were crisp sharp edges that were almost as deadly as the assault rifle strapped to him. The black of the material seemed to absorb the light around it. He looked deadly and it had Chloe's mouth drying up as a curious thirst wracked her. A

Armani managed to push Dex towards the wall and grabbed Zaylee's body. "Armani lay her back there" "Sorry friend" Armani dashed out of the house. Dex's vision became bloody, he took out a bottle of wine by the counter and drank it all in a gulp. He shattered the bottle on the floor and began to pick up the pieces "Zaylee!" he yelled her name. The broken glasses had injured his skin and blood gushed out. "Zaylee!!" he yelled her name louder this time. He managed to get up but got his foot sliced by a bigger piece of the broken glass

He remembered it clearly now. His legs felt heavy as he trotted out of the hotel, the memories rearing up and Zach's mocking laughter echoing behind him, scorning him. That day he had suddenly had the urge to be the one choking the girl on the drug instead of just watching like he had always done. He enjoyed watching his friends do it. Not only because he didn't want the cops to get something on him but because he knew to succeed his father he had to stay clean. He avoided consuming and quenched the urge with alcohol instead while he watched his friends make the girls chug down on the cracks. The way their eyes rolled and how they convulse as they struggled to swallow the substances thrilled

Blight, Ryker’s Gamma, steps forward with a grin on his face. He’s dressed in all black like me, with blackout tattoos covering his neck and arms. Short cropped blonde hair, grey eyes, tall but muscular; I’ve heard tales about this Gamma that rival my own. He has a penchant for killing humans in the most gruesome ways, and his favorite weapon is a JagdKommando knife; the deadliest of blades as it has three edges that spiral together like a corkscrew into a sharp tip. No doctor can sew up a wound left by this knife.

What the hell just happened? Raeherys stood in shock as the fountain of orange liquid, falling from the hole at the ceiling, was all covered by frost. The circular pool at the center turned into icy blue. He recognized the same energy … was it Larice? He wondered. This frost must have belonged to her since she was the only one here in Drava who had such powers.

The heavy sobs only made the pulsing pain worse. The second slam sent the door swinging inwards and sent the metal piece that holds the door closed clattering to the floor in the kitchen area. when I first lived through this I was embarrassed and couldn't believe who was there but now I was relieved to see Trey and his best friend standing in the doorway. His best friend saw me first and told Trey and when I looked up at what was happening, I saw him chokeslam Drake. Trey's best friend was an orphan from the same home as him, I rarely saw him, so I never was able to learn his actual name. But I know Trey called him Luke because he loved Star Wars, but I remembered Trey saying that it wasn't