Deimos X Sanford Novels & Stories

Mason and Ceres answered simultaneously. "I did not!" "Doesn't matter! The deity has already announced –." "Hold the fuck up, she said she didn't." Jiroo said as he held up his hand and his gaze shifted to the guy standing next to Ceres. "Oh hey there, Sanford." "Hi Roo, long time no see." The guy, who is called Sanford, replied with a nod. "So you are my rival?" "I guess so." "That's cool, mind if I take back my girl?" Jiroo asked cooly.

Date = 14 November Place = San Francisco (Monarch Street, Alameda) POV - Damion “Let’s go to Deimos’s house. We need to organize a plan,” Uncle John says over the radio as the SUV doors slam shut. Plan. Right. I rip the tactical pod from my right ear and swap it for my own — no voices, no calm instructions, no one telling me to breathe. I don’t want guidance. I want speed. The engine roars to life beneath me, vibrating straight through my bones, and I take off down the street — full throttle — way over the legal limit.

Phobos lifts Kal tenderly from her hands, the electrifying meeting of fingertips has Theia gasping raising her yearning eyes to meet Phobos's. "Deimos, I had forgotten about the soup!" I yell faintly in fake anxiety swiftly tugging on his hand marching towards the buzzing pack table. "Soup? What soup? We do not have any soup, Lumina." Deimos whispers with a profound frown struck with deep confusion tripping in his steps whilst I lure him farther away from them. "What are you on about?"

"I told them I didn't care. I thought... maybe if we were on the same side again, things would go back to how they were." "You want me on your team?" "I'm tired of the war, Santiago. But if you're taking the California deal, I guess the war is over anyway." Santiago pulled his phone out, the screen reflecting his own grim expression. "Is your number still the same?" "Yeah." "I'll talk to my sister. I’ll let you know what she says tonight." "Wait," Derek said as Santiago reached for the handle. "Do you have... do you have a picture?" Santiago hesitated, then opened his gallery. He scrolled past the photos of Isaac—photos he couldn't bring himself to delete—and found a shot of Mateo at the loc

Dante offers. That is how I fucking go home with them, hoping that there is actually a solution to this madness. *** ARLETTE’S POV Edmond Reyes, a very fearful man, and even in public, he punishes his hand out, letting me shake his hand out. I did, knowing we are about to strike the most deadly deal. “What are the terms to have your mouth shut?” I ask eager to go back to the mall and maybe hope that I can lie a white lie over this one.

"This is your cousin, her name is Elena." Elena instantly opens her mouth to deliver a wide toothless grin only to begin babbling incomprehensible words that have Phobos and I laugh aloud. Tadeas cautiously takes a step forward keeping his eyes on the giggling pup who seems thrilled to meet him, they are of similar age after all with only a small gap. "Give me your hand." Deimos offers his palm to his nephew who narrows his eyes at him, he does not trust him yet and Deimos understands this. He immediately plunges his hand inside his pocket to retrieve a small candy wrapped with a glossy foil that has my male's eyes twinkle excitedly, he adores items that glitter. "Do you want it?"

Deimos says in a commanding voice. I look up at Deimos, and he is staring at me intently. I want to protest but am unsure what good it will do. Deimos is the pack's Alpha; if he says he is staying, he is staying. There is nothing the doctor or I can do about it. The doctor gestures for me to lie back on the hospital bed. He tries his best to keep me covered while he examines my torso. But it is a useless effort. Deimos is standing over the doctor’s shoulder, looking at my wounds.

River immediately raised one brow to Troy. "Won't you sit beside me, Troy?" River asked Troy in astonishment. While Troy and the driver look at her confused. "What?" She asked in shock at the reaction of the two. Troy immediately fell silent and then spoke with no emotion. "Spynx strictly forbids us to associate with his women Miss Madrigal." Earlier River had heard the name Spynx at Troy who he thought was referring to Spencer. 'why Spynx?' he asked herself. "Why forbidden? And is Spynx Spencer?" River filled with curiosity. But instead of answering her, Troy did not spill and the driver started to drive without a word in front of her.

I told him, looking into his face. "I know, and my resting heart rate is like twenty beats per minute." He joked. Always a joke. "I want to see where this goes. I like you Lex, a lot. I always have." I nodded, my mouth bone dry. "It won't affect anything at work, if we completely crash and burn and I break your heart," he smirked, moving from my slap against his chest. "We will still be the best SFO team, that's a no brainer." "You promise?" I whispered. Leon wrapped his arms around my back, pushing me forward. My head came to his, him gently kissing my lips.

she said, pointing to the tab she had up. ‘The King of shadows will reign hellfire down upon the earth until the enchanted Dezentrae reigns purefire across the land.’ “I should have expected no less from Leonidas jr. You and he have the same talent with technology,” I applauded. “What’s a Dezentrae then?” she asked, curiously. I ignored her question for the moment because there was something not adding up here. Pieces were clicking together, but one was still missing. “Show me where you found this, please.”