Frodo Romane & Geschichten

The fire in his eyes was replaced with a warm golden glow once his eyes met mine. “What was that, boy? It is forbidden to use your power on other Golden Shifters.” Mr. Frosco gritted out. “I am sorry… Alex didn’t do it deliberately. He doesn’t know control his powers yet.” “ But, he was able to wield his power to save you! whom are you kidding, girl.”

I don’t know who this person is, but he or she is pissing me off. Thankfully it is Friday, and I can be home for the next two days. I talked with Doug the day after our meeting and asked about a guard for Everly. He thought that was a good idea. He told me that he had the perfect guy and would call me back after talking with him. I am guessing that if this is one of his friends or a guy who works for him, he knows Everly and will agree without hesitation. The guy that Doug sent started yesterday. His name is Giovanni, or Gio for short. He and Everly seem to get along ok so far. I was concerned, considering he is only 25, but Doug told me that there is no one he trusts more than Gio.

As she was leaving, she noticed a figure in the shadows, someone who seemed out of place. Sophia's eyes had locked onto the figure, and she had gotten a glimpse of their face. It was a fleeting glance, but it was enough to spark her curiosity. She had tried to get a closer look, but the figure had vanished into the night. The next day, Sophia had been going through the security footage, trying to see if she could identify the mysterious figure. And then, she saw it - a brief glimpse of Inspector Miriam's face, caught on camera as she was leaving the scene.

Frida:- what should be doing now? Elsa:- we should give her something how about ice cream? Frida:- like we feed animals to gain their trust. Elsa:- really. Frida:- okay sorry I didn't mean that. Elsa:- what you wanna eat girl? girl:- strawberry ice cream, I want strawberry ice cream. Elsa:- wait here, let me get some. Elsa get some ice cream because Frida was in his wheelchair. girl start to play with Frida who was a cold man he doesn't like kids but he change, and he start to like kids.

Philip recognized the man, but not the lady, and he was surprised when the man saw him and approached him with the beautiful young lady. "Maestro felipe!" The man said with a smile as he shook hands with Philip. "It's nice to see you again, Dr. Mathew." Philip said with a smile. Dr. Mathew was a big man with medicated eyeglasses and white hair, he was definitely in his sixties perhaps a little older than his father, who was turning sixty. Dr. Mathew was a very intelligent man with a friendly personality and he occupied an important position in the CRUZ company.

He only wished that something good would happen soon. The next morning, the alpha was startled awake by the slamming of his door. Albus bagged in with a box of sugary cereal. "Good morning alpha!!," he joked , sauntering over the bed to take a seat. Legolas growled at the intrusion. But Albus didn't seem to mind as he happily munched away on the frosted flakes. Albus had been one of Legolas high school friends growing up and didn't seem to get affected by the alpha voice. Nor did he listen to any commands he didn't want to. Which is why Albus got away with calling the alpha rabbit food.

Fran comes in with a handful of clothes and Trent is carrying a large bowl of iced water. “I thought this might help with her fever” Fran says as a single tear runs down her cheek. Her mate places a kiss on the top of her head. I just smile and nod, afraid to speak in case I break down. The fear of losing her is so overwhelming I am finding it hard to do anything except pray over and over to Selene to help her, to help my mate.

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

~Aragorn~ I walk through the busy city streets at night, my hoodie pulled down low, wearing black glasses as a disguise. I'm Crown Prince Aragorn, always watched by guards, but today I'm just a regular guy. Tall buildings emerge into view, towering over the market area, where sellers shout about their stuff and cars honk in the distance. The smell of street food like spicy meat and coffee hits me, but it's a figure that catches my attention.

I frown and open the sliding door to check who it is. Warlock. Bram is calling me. I frown in confusion, but I respond, “Hello?” “Hey, Frodo… where are you? Are you in the shower or something?” he asks. “Yes, I am. Why are you calling? We can speak in the morning.” “Well… maybe we could, like… speak right now? I mean not right now, right now,” he says, stumbling over his words in a nervous way. I am even more confused now, “But once you finish your shower and are decent. Like, not naked. Because I don’t—I’m not trying to—like, this isn’t—”