Cubic Pink Corruption Novels & Stories

Martin started a secretive talk with his wolf. "Yes, You need to trust me. I can not be wrong. She is the one." Ezaz growled, showing his authority. "But you explained she is without her wolf." Martin showed his doubt. "I can not be wrong. She is the one. I can sense a bond." Ezaz's words made him perplexed. "Damn, she smells intoxicated," Ezaz commented, and this attracted Martin's attention to her sweet slight smell. It's not powerful, but he can not buzz as well. He had never been attracted to someone's smell like this before. He is 25 and still without a mate.

A woman wearing a dark somber dress with a pale face and a solemn expression as though she had just left a funeral. She was one of the few females among the men in suits. One more mystery. She was probably just aware that she was trapped in a generational photo album featuring a number of human-sized gargoyles but who was she and why did she look so completely miserable? I leaned back against my pillows and sighed in frustration. It was hopeless. I discovered less the more I dug. It was similar to using a sieve to scoop water. The Crimson Order was an omnipresent force that left no distinct imprint it was a ghost in the machine. Nevertheless I was aware. Something shady was going on in this

I looked at her, hoping she would continue, and she stared at me for a while before she finally did. “The apple is not a normal apple, and it is grown by us personally. It is meant to make us more energetic—” “So it was poisoned?” I asked worriedly. Am I going to die? “No, it was not. It is meant for werewolves. When a normal human takes it, it is too much for them and can cause delusions, dizziness, or even loss of consciousness. That is what happened to you.” “Oh…” That explains it. I looked at Rowan, who was entirely focused on his laptop, like we were not even in the room.

“We already have one dead kid. I'd hate to find more dead kids looking like Connor Rollins. Help us out here. We know you know something we can use…” I dragged my hand over my face. “According to my sources, this drug is called the Pink Opium. But where is it manufactured, and who sells it? That I cannot help you with.” The detective nodded before fixing his eyes on mine. “Then where did you get those packages we found in your club? Who did you get them from?” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Were you not in the room a minute ago? I've never even seen what the drug looks like before tonight.”

Dominic rushed past me toward the control station along the wall. “Synchronization at sixty-six percent,” he said. “Dropping again.” Arden closed the chamber doors behind us with a heavy metallic seal. The alarms outside became muffled. Cassius leaned against the railing overlooking the node. “I still think this is a terrible idea.” “Noted,” I said. Kane stepped closer to the sphere, studying it carefully. “The corruption is already inside the merge.” Dominic nodded grimly. “They’re injecting ghost packets directly through the energy channels.”

She held until the sweat was running down her face and her arms were shaking and the four frequencies in her were running at a level she had not touched since the ritual circle. And then the corruption gave. All seven tablets. Simultaneously. The dark residue dissolved and the inscriptions went blank and the magic encoded in three generations of bloodline documentation became the same formlessness as everything else in the room and was gone. Marina stepped back. The room was clean. Every channel on every surface, floor and wall and ceiling and housing, stripped of corruption, the stone beneath it just stone, old and dense and ordinary. She stood in the center of the clean room and breathed.

Raven yanks my pants and soaked panties down my thighs in one rough motion, exposing my dripping cunt to the cool night air. “Fuck, look at this pretty detective pussy,” Raven groans, spreading my legs wide. “Swollen. Dripping. Practically begging for us.” I’m panting, pulling uselessly against the handcuffs. “This is wrong… I’m supposed to arrest you… I can’t—” Jade pulls out a small, glowing blue cube from her pocket. “This is our special product, Detective. Spicy Cube. Pure ecstasy. One taste and you’ll be floating.”

“You can't. You already cut the flowers and torn the plastic wraps, you don't have any choice now but to give those to her. Just don't feel sad when you see her cringe at the sight of the box. It looks..” Carmina paused as she thinks of the right word. “Too much,” she chirped then cringed. "Wow. Thanks," Sebastian replied sarcastically. "I'm just stating the fact, Seb. Pink is not exclusive for girls and not all of us are fond of that color. I actually hate pink!" He didn't respond and just sighed again whilst shaking his head. It was definitely an epic fail. Why did he thought about pink anyway? He's certainly screwed! What if Carmina was right? She'll be disappointed and if that happens, h

"Never." "I thought you'd say that." Vesna pulled something from her coat—a vial of black liquid that seemed to eat light. "Do you know what this is? Concentrated corruption. The same poison that took Alaric but refined, purified into its absolute essence. One drop, and even a phoenix burns from the inside out. No resurrection. No healing. Just pain that lasts forever." She opened the vial. The smell hit us—rot and wrongness and endings. Rose vomited. Derek's wolf howled inside him. But Vesna just inhaled deeply, savoring it.

“Fine. Convince me, and I’ll pull others with me. But if you fail... I’ll push them all the other way.” My pulse stumbled. I masked it with a nod. “Deal.” His arms crossed, and he smirked. “Then I’m listening.” I steadied myself. “Pink Dolphin Entertainment is profiting off stolen projects. You would’ve seen this in the files Mrs. Monroe sent” “Haven’t looked at them,” he interrupted. “Didn’t care to.” I gritted my teeth. “So you don’t care that Chun Kit’s men stole an original game design and then ordered the murder of its creator? Or that a witness his friend was also killed?”