Daemon Hotd Novels & Stories

But then he thought even the brave Vivar doesn’t have a chance to defeat a witch. “You don't need to remind me again, Noman. I badly need to talk to her. I can still save her. Do you hear me?" He placed his hand on the man's right shoulder and squeezed him with ease. "Please." He begged. Noman glanced at Higor, seeking approval for the commander's request. Higor just let out a heavy sigh before he nodded. "I cannot guarantee your life once you open this door. Wish you luck, Vivar." He muttered.

Since it was the very last day of the grand tournament, the high stakes game would begin late in the evening, precisely at 7:00 PM, after which the massive trophy presentation and the wild after party would take place and hence, because he had the entire day ahead of him, Julian didn't move to hurry or do anything in a rush. He slowly walked into the marble bathroom, washed his mouth, and took some strong, headache.relieving drugs with a glass of water. Hoping the medicine would kick in soon, he went over and slammed his heavy body back onto his huge bed, pulling out his tablet to check his digital feed.

- He puts his hand on my shoulder and we walk together. - Hum... The smell is delicious. - I smell the aroma of good, well-made food in the air. - I miss you so much, my daughter. - Mom wipes her hand on the dish towel attached to the apron she is wearing and approaches me for a hug. - Oh, Mama... I missed you so much. Both of you. - I sigh heavily, feeling the warmth of her body. Dad joins in the moment. - I'm sorry for being such a neglected daughter.

I entered the sequence I had just remembered. Then, the prompt for a handle appeared. I didn't even have to think. User: FoxDragon Pass: ********** Access Granted. The interface shifted into a high-density chatroom and command terminal. The last time I had been here was seven years ago. The screen erupted with scrolling text, notifications, and pings. [SYSTEM]: FoxDragon has entered the Abyss. The chat, which had been moving at a sluggish pace, came to an absolute standstill. [User_Glitch]:No way. Is the server bugging?*

Just as he was about to step back inside, a red message was blasted on the world channel for all players to see.

"Kitchen door.. Help me check if it's open." At that rotten moment, Luke stumbled in, a puzzled look on his face. "Urm.. Guys? The back door's open and the lock is on the floor. Also, the Wi-Fi was disconnected and Mr Hamilton complained about seeing someone sneaking on the house." Seeing my stricken expression, he continued," it gets worse. I found a letter tucked underneath the door." "what does it say? " Liz said, taking Becca's arm and leading her to the sofa. " Not much. It says ' game on. '"

I hit Go Live. The chat pops up instantly, usernames scrolling like ticker tape. BigDaddy69: finally DarkHorseX: there she is TipMaster420: been waiting all day “Hey there, Big Daddy,” I purr, leaning forward just enough to let the neckline dip. “Miss me?” A few coins clink in—$5, $3, $7. I smile, slow and lazy, and hook a thumb under the hem of my tank. “Hi, Dark Horse. You been good while I was gone?”

The exhaustion had settled into my bones somewhere on the drive home and hadn’t left. I kicked off my shoes at the door and dropped onto the bed face-first, arms out, not caring about anything except the texture of the mattress and the familiar weight of my own sheets. They smelled like lavender and something underneath familiar. I closed my eyes and felt the last few days start to loosen their grip, slowly. “Thank God you’re back home, Ari.” I turned my head without lifting it. David was in the doorway, one shoulder against the frame, watching me with an expression I was too tired to read. I’d almost forgotten about him. Almost.

Elara The door of the Velvet Sin closes behind me with a dull click, muffled by the heavy bass beat vibrating the floor beneath my stiletto heels. Two minutes. Two damn minutes late, and already, I feel their gaze on me, his gaze above all. The air is thick, heavy with the smell of sweat, leather, and that sickeningly sweet cheap perfume the submissives spray on themselves before getting on all fours. The dim lights, blood red and electric purple, draw shifting shadows over the packed bodies, some already naked, others still clad in latex or lace, waiting their turn. I don't have time to adjust my dress—a piece of black silk slit to the hip, barely held by a studded leather belt—when his han

Moments that can't be remade because sadly, cancer got to see him before I turned nineteen. Damon had called me last night, said he was coming over and at the time it was already past midnight. I asked him not to considering the distance from RBU to where I live but he didn't listen, still he'd been driving past the speed limit to get to me which got him stopped by the police for speed driving and he had to spend the rest of the night in a cell.