Cosmo Yell Novels & Stories

Cosmo gasped “m-my f-friends! My FAMILY!” He scooped up the slopping guts around him and let them splatter to the ground from between his fingers. He threw his head back and wailed. The heartbreaking misery echoed off the blood-soaked walls above him. The bodies hanging over the levels only stared at us, their liquified eyeballs crying onto the dead below. “I d-don’t want t-to live” Cosmo whined, before clutching at his ears “their screams won’t stop! Make them stop, please!”

Boss has this bartender power that makes you speak your mind as soon as you sit on the counter. “Do you want to kill me, this looks too spicy.” The green plate in front of me, full of a shiny red soup and thick noodles, even made my nose itch with its smell. “My clients are usually drunk so I wanted to try something spicy this time.” “Then I am going to need a beer, Boss." I hesitated before grabbing the plate and carefully blew on it. "Here goes nothing.” As expected, the ramen was too spicy for me. Tears began to drop from my eyes and my nose started running after just a spoonful.

To find the cause of the fire, she must first determine where the fire started, or to be more precise, determine the source of the fire. She started from the slightly damaged outer chamber. She was looking carefully, not dismissing anything or any corner of the room. There was no other way for her anyway. In this world, there were no mordern technical tools. She could only rely on her own eyes. Nella and Vira watched quietly from the side, glancing strangely at Carra. At this time, there was something disturbing about her eyes. They were violet. The same eye color as those of the ruling elders of the Lycan clan. Suddenly, they had a strange feeling that the young lady wasn't exactly what she

Cosmo must be sore after all the teasing in the bathroom and dying to come. "I can't believe I'm going to deflower Axel Devenuto's daughter" he seems to say more to himself than to me "I'm going to fuck you so hard you're going to learn what it's like to be with a man." “I'm looking forward to it,” I whisper into her ear and watch in fascination as her skin crawls. I open the door, get out of the car and wait restlessly as Cosmo seems to take some time to himself in the car.

» She shouted at the females to get her out of the house and Eva came back and sat on the nearest seat and found that she felt like she was about to collapse too, Jaden, she needs Jaden. Jaden stood opposite the twins, identical twins except for the color of their hair, one with blonde hair like the threads of the sun and the other as white as the moonlight, Aaron and Kyle, the sun and the moon, the miracle, the miracle of Cayden who saved the world from Lucifer, they buried his body under the seventh earth waiting for the day of judgment . All the rest who watch this event can notice the parallel sizes of the three bodies, as Jayden is no less massive than them, neither in length nor width,

Carl says glaring at me, I cannot help but laugh at his face which comes out this time earning side eyes from both my boss and Heath. “Oh... sorry, I didn’t mean to laugh, he just looks like a disfigured cow when he speaks.” I let out my terrible joke, which Gian glared at me disappointed. “Miss Lennon?” Heath glares at me, “do not speak of my assistant like that. “Oh... sorry, I didn’t mean to mock Mr. Coon, I apologize.” I say, watching Carl happy because Heath defends him, maybe it is Heath he is in love with, hm… this is a new discovery.

oh Goddess . the scent of her is a delirious mix of smells and emotions and memories: a wild run through pine forests, a plunge into cool water, the mewls of a newborn pup, the madness of the moon's call ... The other two wolves pad after her. Fulvio's giant ginger wolf (though he insists its gold-coloured) and Graydon Airwolf. Graydon seems so much younger in his wolf form. Elder hardly seems right though he has the same air of restrained power as in his human form.

CHAPTER TWO I struggled against his hand on my mouth but he was insistent. In the end I went limp in his arms and he slowly released his grip on my mouth. He waited till the murderer had moved away from my family's death table, then turned to me. I stared at his features in momentary awe: his eyes were big and bright and blue, almost electric in their intensity. The eyes of an inexperienced man who hadn't yet seen the rougher side of life; probably nineteen or twenty years old, not much older than me. His coal-black hair was plaited in cornrows, each strand falling to his shoulders. His skin was tan, which was a rarity in this cold climate. And he was staring at me the way I knew I was stari