Chrom Novels & Stories

His hand supported my back while the other was on my neck. "Made love with me until I get tired" I whispered after I untied our kiss. I could see the radiance of his eyes. "Hell yeah" he said and kissed me again. He slowly laid me down as his kiss dropped to my neck. I close my eyes. "Andrei" I tenderly call him. "The doctor was right. Your sex hormones is kinda active." he whispered as he removed the button blouse. Even if I'm not pregnant I will always wish for you.

Red, the final book in the color series. Following the events of Book 1, Green had completely changed into a different person. She was no longer a vampire but a being who had the blood of Werewolves, Vampires, Witches and Dragons. The powers she had obtained coupled with the loss of her mate and the anxieties of being a mother to destined twins was enough to make her twisted. On one hand, she dearly craved revenge for her mate and on the other, she wanted to be a good mother.

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

He wanted her to spend more time with him and learning how to trust him. “Max, this isn't my room. I had everything put in here for a guest room period. I was just looking through the old textbooks that I had. I took a genetics class couple of years ago. In one of the textbooks, I actually remembered that add had case studies from first and second relation copy mutation, which would basically be called incest. I wanted to see what the chromosomal damage could actually be and what it could cause. The textbook was actually a good bit of information.” Deanna replied as she looked at him.

She looks… happy. Someone else approaches the mirror, a tall, blonde figure, not more than forty years old, with only a towel around his waist. I watched every single detail on that handsome fella my other self seems to have slept with. His eyes are a really light brown, almost yellow, even, his skin is slightly tanned, he has a discreet pointy nose, and a gorgeous mouth, even though he has a scar from his left eyebrow that barely skips his eye and goes over his nose and disappears under his right jaw. He looks right at me, making me as red as a tomato. I let my shame go, and knock on the mirror, calling my own name, but he does not listen to me nor hears my calls.

So I fake a smile, I'm hoping he doesn't notice. "Jeffrey hi." I try to say in the same way he called my name. I remember the last time I saw this guy I didn't want to believe in intimacy anymore. Jeffrey Clark is tall, like basketball height tall, he's white, black hair which he shaved off, green eyes and really really bad at sex.

I turned the pages of an old medical text book I’d found “How’d you spell rhabdomyolysis?” “Er, R-H-A-” “Got it! Oh...” Lise looked at me expectantly. “Basically...your muscles break down... like... disintegrate break down” Lise peered over my shoulder then quickly moved away. “I bet that’s one of them...” she gritted her teeth. “The images look similar...” I flipped the pages til the images were gone and we didn’t have to look at them. “Do you think hemlock is ‘ONI’ or ‘MACUL’ then?” Lise asked.

"Write them down. Next to the objects. So I don't forget which grey is which." Elion took the book. He opened it. Anomaly 92: Achromatopsia. Total loss of color perception. Strategy: Verbal tagging. Descriptive reinforcement. He started a list. Cale's World: Apple = Red (Blood, Fire, Stop Sign) Sky = Blue (Ice, Ocean, Bruise) Elion's Eyes = Green (Moss, Emerald, Go) Sun = Yellow (Gold, Yolk, Warning) He handed the book back to Cale.

Nanay stays quiet, and she thinks deep—more in-depth than they think. The Doctor speaks, “grandma needs to have a bag of blood for her body to be ready. We found a certain type of cell that is eating her proteins and there is a clot inside her stomach—“ the Doctor goes to grandma Georgia and pats her head, “—that is the one making her anemic.” They breathe heavily … as the Doctors excuses themselves. The room became quiet as usual. Sam goes to the window with a weary heart; his mother, Liezl, goes to the couch and texting someone for help.

He had wanted to ask Roy this before Christine joined them. “She was asleep when I left her.” Roy replied. “Are you certain she’s asleep?” also worriedly asked. “What’s wrong, uncle?” His nephew asked with furrowed eyebrows, not understanding what his uncle was getting at. “Female werewolves go weak and lose their healing powers for half a day after healing their mates with cases like yours… What I’m trying to say is, Kimberly is human, she could be unconscious.” Alan made Roy understand.