Fgo Carmen Novels & Stories

I mumble under my breath. "What?" Zach sounds taken aback at my outburst, and I can't blame him, to him what I said probably doesn't make a lick of sense. "Who's Kenton, Amaris?" Glendon asks, his voice gentle. "He's…Kenton is the one who helped me through my first shift." 'Mate', my wolf yaps excitedly at the mention of his name. 'Tell them he's our mate.' No!

Cayden's Pov The words of Sarah pushed me to my limit, my claws extended from my nails in rage. I dug my hands into my palm to stop my anger and regain my senses. A commotion distracted Sarah as her gaze shifted to the dining hall. I also looked over, a familiar scent warted over my nostrils. Carmen! She wore a long flowing purple gown, the shiny pearls in her gown seemed to radiate the glow of the moonlight. She looked every bit like a Luna. A wonderful one. And she was pretty.

Seeing no questions from the king, he continued, "There is a reason why we suspected Aunt Eleanor. During my journey back from rescuing the Septimus Tetra reconnaissance team members, I encountered a woman named Carmen, who claimed to be the daughter of Lord Henry's concubine. Her mother's name is Melanie Lester. She resembles Carissa's mother, which caught Aunt Eleanor's attention. Aunt Eleanor took Melanie back to promise her to Henry as a concubine. "Carmen and her sister, Celeste—Samuel's courtesan and concubine—were born from this union. Carmen told me Aunt Eleanor ordered her to disrupt my relationship with Carissa. However, Carmen was unwilling to do so and realized it wouldn't work.

He moved with a nervous, twitching energy, his eyes darting toward the perimeter. "You're late," Carlos said, his voice as cold as the Atlantic wind. "I had to make sure I wasn't followed," Elias rasped, wiping a sheen of sweat from his forehead despite the chill. "The woman... Carmen... she’s been calling. She’s frantic. She wants proof that the metal has been melted. She’s a ghost in my ear, Mendoza." Carlos flicked his cigarette into the dark water. "Carmen thinks she’s a predator. She doesn't realize she’s just a child playing with matches in a house made of dry timber."

the mark on his sleeveless arm; I had seen it on Zev's arm before. "A rogue!" I gasped in shock, my eyes widened in shock, and my heart full of questions. "Isn't it obvious? I can smell it!" Carmen snarled. "It's quite bold of them to even think of attacking us. Stay behind me. I'll deal with him." I was slow to understand her words, but when I did, I surprisingly found myself staring at her back from a far distance. I mean, what the hell? I was certain I stood behind her a minute ago. She had clearly used magic to get rid of me. Too bad I had no intention of giving in.

"Now, you're coming with me where we'll enjoy the time we spend together. After that, you will never have to see me again." "Hmmm..." Carmen seemed to regroup, taking an awkward step backward. Even in the twilight of the evening, I could see that she'd rolled her eyes. "We shall see, Mr. Sturm. Never forget that I am a woman to be reckoned with. If you do, my sting is much deadlier than that of a scorpion." I knew in that moment that the vivacious fireball would be mine. Mine to taste. Mine to take. Mine to own.

I had branch in Kumasi, and another in Cape Coast, and we shipped to other countries as well. Business was really booming. “If it isn't Cindy Mensah.” A beautiful woman called out snapping me out of my reverie. I smiled uncertainly. “May I know who you are?” She smiled back, a perfect toothpaste commercial smile that showed her perfect teeth. “My name is Amelia Sanders, I'm a representative of Donatella Maruchi. How would you like to be featured in our African Pride week Festival?” I grinned, shaking my head in disbelief. “I'm dreaming, aren't I?”

My gaze went back to my mate as Daphne hit Carmen with magic and Carmen fell back. "What's happening?" I called catching a rogue with a right hook to the jaw. "It seems Carmen didn't account for Daphne and the magic she poses now." one of the Syphon Twins responded in my head. "What?" I growled as I held the rogue at arms lenght as he struggled in my grip. "It seems the God's really didn't play fair. Daphne and Carmen share the same magical source." She explained over the link she had created. "Meaning?" I snapped harshly.

He tensed up at the same time that Carmen did as well. “Mate,” he said reverently. Well, that answered whether he knew or not. Carmen swallowed hard and nodded, looking like she was in a bit of shock. However, her eyes catalogued the bruises and injuries that were visible on him. She was scary when she was pissed off. Perhaps she would like to play with a dagger in Bane’s cell. I knew how devious and creative her mind could get. Jackson and I exchanged a smile, knowing how much of a romantic Carmen was. She believed that everyone had someone destined for them. It did not matter if it was fated or chosen, but there was that perfect complement out there. We knew how much she longed to find her

Carmen likened her to a Greek goddess from the way her flowing robe sparkled like stardust, and wings of translucent silver spread behind her, glimmering faintly. "Who...who are you?" Carmen whispered, her voice trembling as she managed to speak. The figure stepped closer, her expression unreadable. "Hello, Carmen." "Who...who are you? And how do you know my name?" Carmen stammered, her voice barely audible. The figure stepped even closer, her presence both mesmerizing and overwhelming. Carmen tried to step back, but her legs refused to move again. It was like it was glued to place. The figure continued to move closer to Carmen, her glowing purple eyes pierced through Carmen, yet her express