Flamingo Albert Novels & Stories

I looked over to Damien and he nods at me. "Likewise Mr..." "Just call me Alberto. Let's discard with the formalities. Damien is like family to me" he chuckled and I smiled with a nod. Chloe excused herself and walked away with the lie of going to look for Charles and Ray but I know she could sense the growing tension that could be snipped with a scissor. Damien snatched two flute from a moving tray and handed one to Alberto. I don't get why he was being nice to the man when we don't know if he's the one that kidnapped me.

Annie knocked on the door, carrying a cup of God knows what. “What do you have there?” Lyon asked the maid who held a cup that was steaming hot. “Ginger ale, Alpha,” “Wait,” Lyon held my hands as I was about to collect it from her. “Taste it first before Livia drinks it,” He ordered her, immediately the maid grabbed a small cup from the mini fridge and poured a little amount into it, she gulped it down and glared at Lyon. “I would never hurt the future Luna, Alpha Lyon,” Annie swallowed, as though she felt unappreciated for scooping in the ginger ale without anyone knowing.

27th August, Umbro Technologies Dressed in a white high neck sleeveless top paired up with tan wide-legged pants and a blazer with matching block heels, her hair flowing freely reaching her swaying hips hugged her curves, and her deep black eyes with dimpled cheeks and sharp nose gave an exquisite glow of confidence. Seated at the round black table surrounded by empty chairs in the brown-colored chamber set with the classic ambiance, she sifted through her notes. "Where were they?" Tanvi looked around, there was no trace of them.

Albert quickly stood up. “Of course. I don’t know why I didn’t think of that. I have some good dark chocolate.” While Albert was out of the room, Magdalena secretly added a few drops of poison to his glass. It was frog poison.

Eren Blackwood. “Burn, you filthy devil!” the man spat, raising an iron flask. A wave of dread washed over me as the flask content scents invaded the air—it was wolfsbane. He hurled the contents towards me, and instinctually, I shut my eyes, bracing myself for the pain from the wolfsbane to hit me but it never came.

Chapter 45 - Long Live The Queen Damon "Again," I commanded as Alora worked to keep the wings she had summoned to remain on her back. She had learned quickly how to handle the phoenix flames since she had already worked with the fire element. But now came the hard part, only half shifting.

I heard my wolf Angelstar growl. "But I can't do that." "He is my Alpha, remember?" "Besides, he hurt me and killed me. I don't want him angry at me." "He is going to be Alpha, Angelstar. I am not anything but a smart, ugly nerd, loser." "Remember what he said? So now I got new name-calling; he liked to call me." "I am the Slut and Bitch." I used my hands for my words to Angelstar, my wolf. She rolled her wolf eyes at me. "Well, next time I am out in the woods when I see him."

The group’s leader, old Torvald — a stooped man with half his face scarred by mountain frost — stepped onto the rug with a confident, rotting smile. “The foreigner is alone,” Torvald whispered to the others, measuring my ragged breathing and visible weakness. “Varek holds the beast in the pit. Tendon the bitch and wrap the cub in the shroud before the Alpha wakes from his madness.” My wolf did not growl. The phoenix within uttered no polite warning. Every trace of court protocol, imperial mercy, or pack diplomacy died the instant that old man’s soiled boots touched the rug where my three children rested.

Perched on Albert’s shoulder was a spirited yellow-crested cockatoo named Sunny, who squawked a greeting as Logan approached. ‘Nice of you to show up,’ Albert snorted, not bothering to look away from his fishing line. ‘Show up!’ Sunny repeated reproachfully. Logan shrugged. ‘I had some things to take care of.’ He glanced around, taking in the serene surroundings before asking, ‘Where’s Arlie?’ ‘At school, where else?’ Albert replied gruffly. Logan reached into the supplies nearby and grabbed another fishing rod. He settled into a chair next to Albert, the two of them fishing side by side in companionable silence.

We were strong, but so were they. The first wolf lunged, a beta with a dark, menacing coat. I met him mid-air, our bodies colliding with a force that sent us both tumbling. Teeth bared, I bit into his shoulder, tasting blood as he howled in pain. Alisia was fending off another attacker, her movements fluid and fierce. She threw him off, but a third wolf was already charging at her.