Fantôme Romane & Geschichten

I NEED to know who he is, and something tells me I won’t discover much if I approach him as Phantom Reaper. I don’t really even know who I actually am, to be honest. I never indulged in friendships or relationships with others. It’s just always been survival. The only person I had any kind of positive relationship was my mother. I don’t know my father but because of my hair color, I’m fairly certain my father was Christian Bartoa. I know he frequented the slave cells whenever he was bored, and the urge arises so it doesn’t surprise me, but I don’t intend to ever claim him nor carry his surname. The thought of actually SPEAKING to Damien makes me feel a weird sense of anxiety. I’m unsure if i

Just eyes watching with a hunger you could feel in your bones. “Specters,” Silas said, the word leaving his mouth like a spit of terror. “They’re specters. Children of Umbros. Creatures of pure shadow. Lycán claws can’t hurt them.” “How many?” Alaric asked. Damián burst in from the perimeter at full speed, shifting as he reached us, his face ashen. “Five. They’re surrounding us. They came out of nowhere when the moon went out.” When the moon went out. When I sang. When my mouth opened a door I didn’t know existed—and whatever was on the other side stepped through.

Victor's people had been waiting for the extraction team. The whole thing—the scout mission, the ambush, the rally point—had been a trap within a trap. And they'd walked right into it. A man stepped into the light. Forties. Well-dressed even in apocalypse. Confident smile. "Catherine Hart. How nice of you to deliver yourself." Victor Kane in person. "And you brought friends. Even better." He walked to Jessica, still bound. "Your daughter has her mother's eyes. And her mother's stubbornness. She refused to answer questions. Admirable. Pointless, but admirable."

he said as he stared at the burning building, and I heard from a distance painful screams from that building. “Grim reaper?” both my mind and mouth asked. I read stories about them from multiple books in my library. He shook his head as he whispered to my ear, “Non, I am Doom and I-“

What was on the display on top of the stage, not only silence me and took my fascination away, but so does everybody else in Conference Hall. Because to everyone including me, what Rafaela introduced as the Synthetic Limbs, looks exactly like a real limbs. That is right, it looks like a real actual severed limbs that were placed neatly in order on the table. It ranges from fingers, to arms, legs and even toes. Not only that it covers the main limbs, but then it goes as far as the other features for all of the Races in Fantasma, Tails for the Demi-Human, be it The Draconic tails or the Tails of the Fox Demi-Human.

Apparently, time to checkmate our enemies. Xx___xX

His body was as well covered in white and hair falling on his face with a feral scar occupying the center of his forehead. Like whirlpool of wind she rotates and stands right in front of Amara. "You want to know my name?" There erupts a devilish laughter out of her suddenly turning to man's voice sending shivers down her spine. "I am Otaku and I am right here in front of you to kill you."

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

Then I went back in to tell my neighbor I was leaving, we still haven’t spoken to each other, after we talked at the door. I knocked on his room door, and it was slightly opened, so I pushed it open and went in. He came out of his bathroom naked with steam curling on his shoulder, his shoulder were broad enough to place the world on it, a solid clean line of a classic V-taper. My eyes went down, he had overly tight abs like they were chiseled, and his thighs were muscular as well. I saw his cock, OMG! It was so long and thick for a flaccid cock. I looked back up and our eyes met.