Gnomeo Novelas e Histórias

Who does he think he is? "I hate it," he began in a dead tone, "when you raise your voice and swear. I don't want to repeat myself, Nastassia." My jaw dropped to the floor, "excuse me? Who here just found out that they're engaged to their Godfather? Who here just found out that that they're getting married to some fuc-!" I let out a shocked gasp for air as Octavious suddenly wrapped his hand around the back of my neck and pulled my body to his with such speed and strength, that in a millisecond my face was a half inch from his as he gave me a sharp look.

“Go inside and you'll know, we're here already, there's no way to return empty handed. Maybe Kenlm Oswald will provide us with the necessary information.” Louis calmly walked in, Egbert couldn't understand how this man could be so calm. Kenlm is a very strange person, he does not have an identity card from the Paris agency, Kenlm's life is like a ghost, no one knows his identity, and Giselle is also very difficult to find. Find information about this man.

they turn around to the sound " ah Beta, Gama good thing your here" " what happened" " the king has a visitor can you inform him?" the Beta looks at the Gamma " Don't look at me your the Beta I'm just a simple Gamma I never signed for this" * sigh* " who is it?" " It's Luna Gina and Alpha Hedeon" *** * Knopf, knopf* receiving no answer the Beta decided to open the door " who gave you permission to enter?" *gulp*

Veronica's POV: He chuckled softly, his eyes holding a glimmer of amusement. "I apologize for alarming you. My name is Gomez." The name echoed in my mind, resonating with the memory of the werewolf's transformation. I couldn't help but scrutinize him, searching for any resemblance between the man before me and the creature that had instilled fear in me just days ago. There was a certain familiarity in his eyes, a hint of vulnerability that contradicted the fierce nature of the werewolf.

“Who are you to say that after what you have done?” He leaned on his left leg to support himself – standing albeit weakly, trying to size up to my height. “You…are no…daughter…”, he paused to swallow. I could see the blood-stained burn on his neck as his Adam’s apple moved. “Of his…majesty in Kósmima.”

“I am Nero, ruler of Xoria. Please, have a seat.” The woman gracefully settled into a chair across from Nero, her demeanor serene yet confident. “Thank you, Nero. I am Seraphina,” she introduced herself, her voice carrying a hint of melodious power. “I come bearing a message from the Valley of the Fools and a revelation about Letra.” Nero leaned forward, his interest piqued. “Tell me, Seraphina. What is this revelation?”

replies alpha Frank. “then who are we talking about” Archer takes places his butt atop the table. “we are all ears Jeremy” speaks beta Harrison. “charlotte Romero. The former Alpha’s daughter” Jeremy’s voice came out in slow pauses; he knew a female never holds position in the moonstone pack. “will you take back those words! you know where women belong” growls Alpha Frank. “anywhere they want to be, don’t you think so Jeremy, women. Belong. Where. They want to be” Archer smiles at the end of his sentence, and with a sudden jump he gets off the table.

Either way, neither were pleased. I turned around as I started unbuckling Bambi from his seat. "I am Priamos Torrez. I am Nerezza's mate. Father to her son, Conan. And you are?" I hissed back, letting my distrust shine through. Lysander looked as if someone had slapped him. Recoiled and pinched the bridge of his nose. Amadeus cursed again.

He frowned, scanning me with eyes that could almost see into my soul. He replied, but he avoided my question. “I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting you, Irene. But now that I have, I can see why he chose to marry you," he said, with an air of mystery. Suspense gripped me. “What do you mean?" “Who are you?" I questioned curiously. “I'm Gomez, Diego's second-in-command," he said, stretching a hand which I hesitated before I shook. “I'm at the bar here so I can keep an eye out on Diego, he didn't ask me to, but I don’t like it when he has this many people around, it’s risky.”

“Never mind. I forgot—Jamie was one of your mistresses. You always have one on hand, don’t you?” This is Alessandro Romano, infamous for his mistresses. It wouldn’t surprise me if he were trying to rekindle something with one of them. As expected, the insult lands, and I see a flicker of offense in his eyes. But he brushes it off, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. “You don’t need to worry about that,” he says coolly. “It’s none of your business.” I scoff. “Right.” “You seriously need to leave, Renée. I can’t start worrying about your safety now. You’re no longer my concern.”