Fran Bow Remor Novels & Stories

"I might like that too much." She released my hand with a soft pop, chewing slowly and swallowing before she finally spoke, "Better?" "Much," I grunted, leaning back and picking up my coffee. Then, I heard footsteps. Remo walked into the room. He was a different person. He’d showered, shaved, and put on a black suit. His hair was slicked back, but he couldn't hide the shadows under his eyes or the way his skin looked like parchment paper. He didn't look at me. He didn't look at Alessia. He kept his head down, his gaze fixed on the floor.

Andrea clutched her hand, whining, "Ow! This bracelet is way too clunky. It bashed my hand." Her smug glance at me spoke volumes. The burn on my hand from the wax still throbbed, but I ignored it, slipping out as they swarmed around her in a frenzy of concern.

Main character's POV ( Shrey) It's dark and half-past eleven with no sign of vehicles nearby, except a yellow Lamborghini Urus shining under one of the street lights; the Door of the house suddenly opens, and I come face to face with my Boyfriend, Louis. I wasn't ready, but I knew he was my only solution and hope for my futuristic problems and lost memories. When he saw me, he was dumbfounded and mumbled, "Shrey? What are you doing here, and where have you been for so long?".

He looked up from his phone, then rose to his feet, showing them his phone screen. He's making solid checks on Florian and Colt...the two new students. "You're planning to scout them into your football team?" Frank asked. "Excluding Dorian. That one is an ice skater like you guys, so you both can recruit him." Scott replied. "Then the answer falls on Colt then. Dude, you have no idea how much I wanna give that guy a hug. Anyone who hates Stacy is my friend." Remo chirped, lowering his shorts. He got naked, preparing to go wash off his sweat before going for classes.

Bowie turned his eyes towards Remona, he scanned her up and down for a few moments before shrugging his shoulders. "I don't know her, do you? Is she pregnant for you? Did you impregnate a girl?" Bowie remarked still acting clueless, he picked up a glass of wine to sip from. Anger flared up in Remona, how could he pretend like he didn't know her and like she was a piece of trash? "Hey! Who the hell are you to act like you don't know me? You don't know who I am, you don't? Why don't I make you remember?" Remona mumbled matching towards him, she pulled his hair making him whine in pain. Her eyes were spitting fire at him.

Remy shifts mid-air and tackles the Revenant with spectral mobsters riding his back like it’s a 1920s gangster pile-on. Frankie floats beside me, directing traffic like a conductor. Frankie: “Left flank, sweetheart! Give it the Chicago typewriter!” I slam my katana into the Revenant’s core at the exact second six ghostly tommy guns unload. The Revenant screams in a language that hurts to hear and shatters into a thousand shards that dissolve before they hit the water. Silence. Frankie tips his hat again. Frankie: “Debt paid for now. But there’s six more of those bastards coming.

Because I'm not here to actually be treated like a goddess, at least not like that. "So... he’s back in the picture," Rogan murmurs when Rem is far away enough not to listen. I cringe and wish I had teletransportation powers instead of fire powers. He points at my neck, "And he did it again, huh? Lucky bastard." Shit, he sounds sad. "He is a dead fucking fish, that’s what he is," River growls, looking at Rem with murder in his mind. Oh, god, "Are you two back together or what?"

“Anyone else and I might have bitten their tongue out for the insult.” “I’d like to see you try, you’d be dead before you could even open your maw,” Rem threatened, his bitter tone returning for a moment. He sighed out of his nose, then explored my form with his hands and eyes. Mostly my maw and the fur covering me, but also my enormous paws, which were easily much bigger than his hands.

Markous and Bryan, ever vigilant and ready to defend their prince, clutch their spears tightly, perceiving an incoming threat. However, before their defensive instincts fully take hold, Tritan swiftly positions himself in front of Markous and Bryan, signing emphatically, "No! It's okay, it's only Finrir!" Tritan's reassurance resonates through the water, bringing a momentary pause to the defensive stance of the two mermen.