Cosmo Yell Novels & Stories

Goddess he is a piece of art. He stood at a height of 6'3 with a strong build, I could see the outline of each muscle through his fitted shirt. He had a millitary buzz cut which gave out a 'don't mess with me' aura. He had sharp features but what stood out the most were his narrowed moss green eyes under his bushy eyebrows. His lips which weren't too think nor too thin were stretched in a straight line. He is my mate. My true mate. "Celeste!" A soft push on my shoulder jolted me out of my thoughts, I turn to my left to find Theo staring at me with a frown.

"Thank you, Aunt Cleo. This means a lot to me." The pendant Aunt Cleo gave Aqua was nothing short of mesmerizing. Crafted from sterling silver, the pendant was shaped like a delicate crescent moon, symbolizing the mysterious and potent nature of Aqua's powers. At the center of the crescent nestled a large, oval-cut gemstone that was uniquely clear, like a drop of captured morning dew. The clarity of the stone made it particularly special, as it reflected Aqua's emotional state, changing color with her mood. Intricate filigree work adorned the crescent moon, with tiny symbols and runes etched into the silver, each representing protection and strength. The craftsmanship was exquisite, making i

Christian raises his nose into the air and a second later the sound of his howl fills the night, cuts through the night sounds and echo's over the snow. I sit up, my heart beating with want to add my over voice. I raise my nose and howl at the starry sky, adding my voice into the night. Mikki's howl rises into the night, dragging out in a sorrowful tone. Tori's howl arises into the night, high and loud and soon Ash and Ally were singing alone. I lower my nose to breath and spot Carson making her way outside, smiling as she hears us croon into the shadow world. I raise my nose again, unable to stop myself if I wanted too. The need to howl burns through me, only dowsed when I am crying to the

“Who the hell are you?” Nya asked as she blinked against the fog. The man, dressed in a black shirt, open wide enough at the collar that she could see a tuft of dark hair across his chest, black pants and boots, all of it with red piping along the seems, with dark hair and intense dark eyes, staring at her with a smoldering glare, paused several paces in front of her. The fog seemed to dissipate for a moment, and behind him, Nya could see nothing but the jagged tops of the mountain. No trees, no plants, no buildings, no animals. No dragon.

Derek Stygian’s stripper's club was bathed in a deep red light. The kind that makes everything look darker than it really was. Shadows moved along the walls as slow music played through hidden speakers, the bass low and steady like a heartbeat. The air felt hot with sin, heavy with smokes of their cigarettes, filled with sweat of the male strippers and the tables were filled with expensive alcohol. Not everyone in the city was allowed into Stygian's secret cult. Only those who are ready to sell their soul for discretion are allowed in.

She howled in pain as she tried to stop herself from taking another step toward me. "Cyrus!" Carmela screamed my name. When I looked at her, her eyes are now on me. Her cheeks has a lot of scratches and blood almost covered her face but I could still see her tears. Carmela shut her eyes before she screamed, "Ahhhh!" "Do it! Kill me. Only then will I be able to forgive myself for blaming you all these years. Cyrus, today is the exact same day he died and I would appreciate it if you kill me now. Just kill me. Please." Cyrene screamed as she struggled to fight against her wolf.

Jase says menacingly. Storm’s eyes narrow and he crosses his arms over his chest. “Don’t think I don’t know you work for the Death Kings. I am the leader of C.H.A.O.S. and you’re on my turf where I hold seniority. You and your team are here to train under us for now, Storm Diesel Benson aka Clyde, leader of Tempest.” Jase has a smile of superiority playing across his lips.

I was broken from the trance. "They call themselves the Nymphets. But they spell it with an 'I' instead of a 'y' which I think is dumb to me," She said. 'Kelderrrrr..." A soft voice sang out in my head. I immediately knew it was one of them. The one that was actually sitting on the cars bonnet—seemed to be their leader—was smiling at me. She twisted strands of her purple hair in-between her fingers. Tia nudged me again—even more painfully than the first.

Cosmo respected that, so he only got to spend time with Zabrynna once a week. Jasper said Cosmo wasn’t really gay—he was just pretending for a mission related to his real job. Apparently, Cosmo had another profession, but Jasper didn’t say what it was. Zabrynna already knew Cosmo was only pretending, which explained why he was so intense in bed—definitely not gay. She said she couldn’t keep up with Cosmo’s energy. I just laughed at her story about how Cosmo “crawled” all over her in our house. She thought he wouldn’t come home from Romblon because of work in Manila, so she nearly had a heart attack when he suddenly climbed on top of her in the middle of the night. Tsk. So cheesy.

Father always seemed to do it without issue and then look me and his remaining three daughters in the eye as if he didn't do the most unforgivable act toward a human being. But I was supposed to be a ruthless crime boss, and killing is just a part of the game. Doesn't mean I like it, though. I know exhaustion reads deeply on my face. I put sunglasses on before leaving my room to hide the puffy, tired eyes that I could only put so much makeup on to hide it. I head straight for the fresh pot of coffee that has been made, but Leander stops me. He hands me a tumbler instead. He can't see me, but I'm eying him beneath the sunglasses. I bring the tumbler to my nose and open it enough to smell it.