Flamingo Albert Novels & Stories

She checked it out by removing the dappling leaves of flowers blocking her way. The first thing that welcomes her is a ready-to-be-transplanted holes with a close distance from each other. Then, a topless fine looking Alpha with only a black trouser on and a cowboy hat proudly displaying his broadly-chiseled chest, a six-pack abs, and perfectly built v-line, all sparkling with sweat. Like a nail being hammered on in plain wood, Emily looked at him speechless and stiffening. One last hard push on a handy tool Apollo is holding, he felt her presence.

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"Garvin! What may it be in the smoke pot that makes her look like a drunk cat!?" What may it be in the smoke pot that makes her look like a drunk cat!?" Alicia asked herself. "He's tall and muscular, and he's got that fantastic shiny hair, eh, I wish he could be posted in headquarters, but Albert wanted to send him to the border, and it seems that he's out to ruin our blossoming romance." "Wait, tall, that guy is clearly shorter than most door frames," Alicia thought to herself once more. Alicia mused, almost smiling at her own exaggerations. Felista uttered her final words with a strong dislike for Albert. It was obvious from the scowl on her face as she said his name.

“Dalton?” I blinked and Rae was staring at me like I had a bug on my face. She definitely didn’t look like she wanted to kiss me right now. “Sorry. Yeah. Let’s do a dance together like we’re here for a date.” Rae clicked some buttons on a huge box of electronic equipment that looked ancient. “How do you feel about The Flamingos?” “Uh, well, they’re okay, I guess. Though the one-legged standing thing is a little weird. Like, why only stand on one leg when you have two? And don’t forget the beady eyes. They’re a little creepy too.”

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.

Vivian’s POV Confronted with my inquisitive question, Albert's crimson lips curved upward. Though I couldn't glimpse his eyes, I was almost certain he awaited my verbalization of this query. "Because I'm using a unique flute, only witches can perceive my melody and werewolves are incapable of detecting it," Albert silently approached me, his presence virtually devoid of sound. He raised his hand, a flute nestled in his palm, "Vivian, this is for you."

I replied, extending my arm and bending lower. "Yes," Angelica growled, nodding without even taking her eyes off of me. "Fight!" Colt Alpha gave the order. Angelica sprinted in my direction, transformed into her light brown wolf, and charged at me. When she got close enough, I moved aside, and she fell hard, hitting the side of her head on the stadium wall. The stadium erupted in excitement. I kept my eyes fixed on the wolf. It appeared as though she had little to no experience in this area.

Title didn't change that. Later, walking to check on the pups' afternoon class, small feet thundered toward me. A girl with freckles and pigtails slammed into my legs. "Luna!" I caught her instinctively. "Hello there." Other pups gathered—curious, excited, and unafraid. They bombarded me with questions. "Are you really the Alpha's mate?" "Did the ceremony hurt?" "Can you show us your mark?" I knelt to their level, answering gently. Showed them Kael's mark on my neck—a crescent moon surrounded by stars. Their eyes went wide with awe.

Shifting to his wolf form, he ran across the field, venting his anger on the concrete walls until his knuckles bled, healed and bled again. *** Louisa was sitting comfortably on a seat in the pool, a glass of red wine in her hands, her back curved and looked so flawless in the water. " It's so good to be mistress to the Alpha and his soon to be Luna. " She giggled in her thoughts. Her moment was soon to be distracted as a young lady with curly hair quickly ran towards her. Louisa frowned at the sudden interruption and was about to give her a lashing, but seeing the expression on her face she knew something was wrong and she was here to gossip about it to her.

Comes a voice from inside one of the cubicles. "Right, I'd keep it quiet. I mean, I'd tell you guys, obvs, but no one else." Says another. "So it could be literally anyone, like, who is going to say no to Abaddon? Even if he wasn't the Alpha's son he's still hot as hell." The first girl waves her hands in front of her face and Dina keeps me firmly in place, listening in when Ana tries to pull me back outside. "You wouldn't say no to the Alpha either." One girl cackles, nudging her friend. "You're gagging for his wrinkly old cock."