Glados X Chell Novels & Stories

The private elevator chimed down the hall. My stomach did a little flip. “Shit—cover it. Now.”Jared didn’t waste a second. He grabbed the velvet cloth and tossed it over the easel just as the studio doors swung open. Chelley walked in, looking flushed and glowing, like she’d just taken down an enemy army, Her hair was a bit messy from the wind, chin high, eyes sparkling with that victorious energy. She looked damn good. The second the doors clicked shut, I crossed the room in a few quick strides.

“Beta Glenn, I’m just going to shift and get out. I don’t need any possessions from my dorm.” He stopped, just us in the cobbled alleyway. Flowering fuchsia plants trailed down along the walls, the scent so pungent and now tinged with sadness. I realised sadly this was where Dex had grabbed my wrist, pinned me to the wall and kissed me. A gorgeous, sumptuous memory now overwritten with shame. Glenn stared at me. His eyes as grey and stark as Roxie’s, his platinum hair blindingly white. He should have looked like an angel with such an appearance but he reminded me of a ghostlier, harsher entity. A marble statue perhaps. Looking furtively to check we were alone he reached into his back pocket

Lord Fifth's entire body emitted a dazzling golden light, and each dragon scale vibrated at a high frequency, producing a buzzing sound. Rumble! Rumble! Suddenly, ominous clouds formed in the sky, accompanied by strange, colored glows. "Fifth, you—" Willow, using Lord Second's voice, expressed shock and relief. Despite his serious demeanor, Marshawn did not continue attacking Chad. Chad took advantage of that by swallowing his last bottle of rebirth elixirs, about 15 in total!

~046 Looking Glass The descent to the lowest levels of the LV Tower was unlike anything Bella had experienced. The freight elevator groaned with age, dim emergency lights casting flickers across the walls as it sank below sub-basement levels. With each clank of the gears, the temperature dropped. Xavier stood beside her, silent, focused. Darius and Elodie were behind them, both armed. No one spoke. Finally, the elevator shuddered to a stop. A steel door greeted them, marked only with a barely visible engraving: "Project Looking Glass."

I've handpicked concealers that work perfectly for ghosts—just click the shopping cart in the lower right corner to grab one. That was right. While livestreaming, I was also selling products. Since I was working in the underworld, there were no brands from the living world advertising here. So everything I recommended was completely genuine. The makeup I sold in my live stream was high quality and much cheaper than buying it directly in the underworld. Jenny didn't like dealing with ghosts, but she was more than happy to help me source products. Now our roles had switched, and she had become my assistant. The NPCs from The Devil's Bride all became my friends. They were happy to help me under

The being did not fall; it merely recoiled, its shape distorting, and then struck back at him with unholy speed. "Dickson! Your flank!" Gloria bellowed, delivering a stupendous concussion blast to blast an attacker off his vulnerable side. "I see it!" he growled, a fresh gash ripping on his arm as he had to rotate about. "These are not shadows! There is a mind here! They are coordinated!" "Naturally they are!" Gloria fired another bolt, her magic running out. "It's the Architects, using Kael's banishment as a cosmic homing device! They're not trying to kill us; they're trying to inhabit us!"

While Gloria continued to talk about her future plans—plans drenched in violence and betrayal—Alessa slid a small metallic injector against her palm. A sedective. Strong, fast, silent. Gloria leaned forward, lifting her wine glass. “Soon, everyone who wronged me will regret it. I have waited years for this moment, Alessa. And when it comes—” “You won’t feel a thing,” Alessa said softly. Gloria’s brows furrowed. “What?” Alessa moved so quickly even her mother’s trained eyes didn’t catch it. She jabbed the injector into Gloria’s neck and pressed.

It was the most secure room on this floor, filled with antique weapons and reinforced walls. But as we passed the intersection leading to the guest quarters, I skidded to a halt. A silhouette stepped out from the shadows, blocking our path. It wasn't a rogue wolf. It was Glenda. She stood there, casually leaning against the wall as if she had been waiting for a bus. She had shed her heavy cloak, revealing a torn cocktail dress underneath, and she held the tranquilizer gun loosely in one hand. But it was her eyes that froze my blood. In the moonlight, they looked completely black, dilated with a madness that had consumed her entirely.

"I'm counting at least fifteen new Apollo and one heavily modified Goliath." "That has to be Harlow," I announced. Though I didn't have a scope like Alyx, my Crusader's cameras picked up the brown shape moving downriver towards us. "I have an idea," I stated, "but it's a risky one." I marched my Crusader down the street approaching the edge of the mining district. I could see the enemy below, just waiting for the kill order. A massive Goliath dominated the middle of the swarm, brown armour laden with six massive railguns. It had to be Harlow.

Where a man had once stood, now a great black werewolf crouched, snarling, his teeth bared dangerously. Suddenly something clicked open in my mind, like a window shutter. Suddenly I could hear Alexander's thoughts, filtering into my own head like sunlight through that open window, the thoughts directed at the snarling wolves in front of him. Touch her, and I'll tear you apart, he seemed to say. Then he turned his regal head to me. Get behind me, he said through the wave of thoughts, and my eyes widened. "What?" I whispered. Get behind me, Elaine. Now!