Easter Eggs Character Novels & Stories

He said What time? He didn’t say Where will I sleep He didn’t say How long before I can go back to my room He didn’t ask I didn’t dare ask. Liam walked out of the room leaving me with my thought when I felt someone pull my hand and dragged me into the kitchen. “Easter.” “Keep shut, what did you just do, be grateful he didn’t have you killed.” “He asked me to sit.” I breathed out Easter is the oldest maid and she was the one that showed me to my room and gave me all the rules that I needed.

Jack walked up to his desk and immediately turned on his computer. After entering his password and fingerprint, the computer did not start up as usual, but instead went black. He furrowed his brows, feeling a sense of foreboding. Just as he was about to shut down and restart the computer, several animated characters suddenly appeared on the screen. Richard sometimes watched cartoons, and Jack had seen them occasionally when he visited his old home. He recognized the characters as Peppa Pig and her family.

Don't be ridiculous,' thought Yolanda. Timothy frowned. He was a little unhappy with someone questioning his expertise. He opened Stella's bag, revealing the metal hardware within it. Then, he pointed at the characters on it and said, "Ebenezer leaves a string of code on every bag he makes. The first two characters represent the month and year it was made, while the proceeding two represents the owner's birthday and zodiac." He paused momentarily before asking Stella, "Ms. Jewell, are you a Capricorn born on the 10th of December?"

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

"Yes, I can say that,' Alexandro said. “I won’t join your manhunt, if that’s what you’re asking. But I will tell you this—there are others out there. Beyond my kingdom. Beyond yours. Not all creatures respect our war or our women.” Alexandro’s eyes narrowed. “You know something.” “I know rumors. I’ve heard whispers of a new power rising from the east. A rogue named Maeron. Not a wolf. Not quite human. Something... older. I thought he was a myth.” “Why would a myth take my mate?” Valerian’s expression darkened. “You’ll have to find that answer yourself.” Alexandro’s jaw tightened. He didn’t trust Valerian. He never would. But what he said sounded real.

she added, smiling at her. Then suddenly, Lilac saw unrecognition in Emily’s eyes. “Oh, my apologies; I neglected to introduce myself.” She chuckled softly. “My name is Lilac, and I am Dillon’s sister,” she stated. Emily was taken aback when she learned that Dillon had a sibling. However, she was aware that their personalities were distinct. Dillon is cold and authoritative; he’s a Beta, after all, whereas Lilac is a happy-go-lucky one. “We’re so relieved that you’ve regained consciousness,” Millie said as she assisted her in sitting up. “I’ll check your vital signs, and then you can eat, all right?”

And Haley Sterling, the worst singer in the universe, holding everything together with pink light and pure, magnificent chaos. The compass pointed downward, steady and warm. In the egg chamber, Haley hummed. And far below the crystallized floor, the First Dreamer discovered the concept of chocolate and trembled with delight.

I gently removed his hand from my wrist, ignoring him and his question. I took the chance to walk to them, already burning in a rage on knowing their identity. Why the hell were they even here? Were they crazy or something? "Uhm… excuse me?" I said, clearing my throat when I got to them. The person who I could tell was Charlotte, looked at me with a vicious glare. "Who the hell is this?" She said irritatedly. "Who the hell are you?" I redirected the question to her. "I'm Eve Netherland, Caramel's best friend." I made known to them.

She smirked as her blond hair lightly sways with the wind and the bright-heartened orange eyes staring back at Peirce assuring him he was never alone. “I— we missed you.” She mentioned. Peirce looked at her hands noticed one of it was slightly burnt, his eyes widened then looked at Sniffia. “I’m—" “Hey, kiddo. I’m not an old Mister… I’m only in my late forties, you know.” Lazarus was surprisingly seen behind them then looked at Node, flung him a huge egg. “Could you make something out of this for us, Nute.” Node shakily caught it then observed what was in his hand.

“But how is it possible? Yer dead.” I give him a shy smile and wave. “Hi…I’m actually…my name is Lana,” I sputter nervously as a blush crawls up my cheeks. He might look like the actor, but his melodic voice is different. Where the actor was British, Rafael has a light, Scottish lilt. It’s not as obvious as Lucifer’s or Michael’s, but it’s there. Lucifer gives me a bemused snicker and whispers, “Stop ogling my little brother, lest I get jealous, luv.”