Flamingo Albert Novels & Stories

Leo asked suddenly, his head tilted in curiosity. The innocent question made me smile. "What do you mean by 'old'? Your uncle isn't old." Leo scrunched up his nose. "Not old-old. But he has serious eyebrows and talks about pack business all the time." "Alpha Snowfang is probably like your uncle then," I explained, trying not to laugh at Leo's description of Florian. "He's an Alpha, like your uncle." Leo's small face suddenly contorted with distress. "I need to go to the territory washroom!" he cried, leaping to his feet and bolting toward the bathroom.

I looked up at the flame as it grew. “What the hell is this”. I screamed. I could see a figure emerging from the flame. My instincts told me it was Gonzalo. What was this? A means to harm me? Or take away my child? As the figure got closer I realised something that my heart drop. It wasn't Gonzalo. It was Alberto. He looked at me longingly and reached for my arms but refused to hold him back. I used all myself strength to move away from him, screaming Karl's name.

The sword slashed through the night air like a shooting star, piercing toward Darryl's back. Alice was not only arrogant but also had quite an ego. She knew that she would lose if Darryl got the Flame Fungi and would have to call him 'Darling Brother' on top of giving up the Flame Fungi itself. She had thought it through. She was going to injure Darryl heavily, then grab the Flame Fungi for herself. Even if the Blazing Tiger were to strike, its attention would be on Darryl. Then, she would be able to leave with the Flame Fungi on her own.

She suppresses the urge to pull her shirt over her nose, hoping to figure out what he wants and escape before the stench overwhelms her. "Hernandez is at the Coaster Club," she states, breaking the silence that hangs in the air too long as Albert sits quietly in his chair. Despite being a few years older, he is shorter than her. Among Romano's children, Albert is the least impressive, with pale skin and delicate features that resemble a bird's. His hands shake constantly, and Romano seems to only value him when strategies need to be crafted.

Albert cannot talk since he was so grossed out by the smell that he cannot even move at all. Turning at the corner where Damian and Excami were placed according to the plan, she saw that there was indeed a small string of smoke coming from a box that was cleverly hidden— it was camouflaged in the wall, having the same colour as the wall. “Albert, come here for a second.” Hestia called out. It took a few seconds before she heard a couple of footsteps coming towards her.

She tried to make Alberto's bird stand back up. Not only that, Alberto also played with Vega's big breasts. He licked Vega's breasts and Vega's nipples. He played with his tongue skillfully. After Alberto's bird stood up, Vega immediately commented. "Honey, your bird is bigger again!" "Ah!" Alberto sighed. Alberto immediately lifted his body and he saw the bird standing up again. The bird is not only taller, but also larger. "Yes. It's bigger too," commented Alberto. After that, Vega licked Alberto's bird while he played with Alberto's fruit. Again and again, Alberto sighed because he felt very good.

No humor. I watched him flip another page, still hunting for a miracle. The plan hadn’t changed: I drink poison, the four siphoners—Chloe, Samantha, and their twins—drain my power fast enough to feed it into Freya without the Flame burning her alive. She channels it to seal the barrier and push improvements through—fertile soil, clean water on the other side—so the next Flame bearer doesn’t inherit starving, furious people. I leave notes. That’s it.

The person stuttered, "M-Mr. Zalmer… are you saying D-Dr. Zal—Winifred—is your daughter?" Serena ignored the crowd and moved the cursor to play the surveillance footage. In it, I wore a white laboratory coat and wore a surgical mask as I meticulously worked on an experiment. Everything seemed normal. Just then, the glass beaker before me caught on fire without warning. Flames soon shot to the sky as a thick plume of smoke came from the beaker. Upon seeing that, Raiden pointed at the screen and exclaimed, "There! Winifred, you must've done something wrong. Don't worry, though. I can endure your punishment on your behalf!"

I teetered, nearly toppling over from the force. I was a hair's breadth from face-planting into the stove. Desperately, I grabbed at him. With all my might, I threw myself to the side. Thankfully, it was just the kettle that went tumbling. Scalding water splashed over my foot and scalded Wade's arm. Yvonne returned at that exact moment, candle in hand, to catch the tail end of our scuffle. Wade, seeing her, immediately howled, "Ah, my arm, it burns!"