Gor Novels & Stories

Sicily, Italy Arthur got bored enough after waiting for a long time. The moment he stood up to call Myra's number one bulletin caught his eyes. Suddenly a breaking news started appearing and he looked at his translator. The boy started shivering once he translated the news in his mind. He was scared to pass the same to the man standing there. Sylvia notices his uneasiness and tells him to speak out.

I pursed my lips as he wriggled his head. "There's another way we can get our artifacts back." I chirped and he rewarded me with a skeptical look. "I'm listening." He said and a tiny smile crept to my face. "We've known for a long time that Green doesn't have any weaknesses but this time, I found out she has one." "Eren..." He wriggled his head again. "Green has a mate." I said. His jaw dropped as his eyes widened. "Who?" "Zeus." I muttered and claws sharply protruded from his fingers, tearing his couch.

Thaddeus advised. Not questioning, she shut them tight but couldn't stem the meaty sound of teeth tearing into flesh and bone. A foul stink filled the car, a stink she recognized from the hotel as ghoul. Circe's lovely sandwiches roiled in her tummy. Thump. Thump. "Excellent. We've lost one," Thaddeus announced. A sharp bark from behind her seemed to echo his observation. In her head, her own wolf seemed indignant they'd not had a chance to help.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

Oceans p.o.v. Gregory doubled over as if in pain, before I could react he had transformed into his shaggy brown wolf and was howling to the sky "Gregory, what's wrong?" "Ocean, it's Desert and Lanna they went into the forest and didn't come back and now Sky cant contact Desert" fear settled deep in my stomach "I'm on my way" I rush over to Gregory "Gregory, come on we need to go, Lanna and Desert need us"

Pear called out. “Selling soup is a little bit cheap. It's a bit expensive. Vegetables are grown in the garden, don’t spend money to buy and aren’t as expensive as abroad, no need to count each stem. Water is full in the well. Woods are full around the hill.” Mr. Pine spoke up. That means Daisy scoops up the soup a little more. But they don’t want to say it directly.

He was swaying like a ship in a storm. ​"Home," I agreed, my head spinning as the cool AC of the club hit my damp skin. ​Mateo stood up, nearly knocking over a bottle of tonic. He looked at us, his eyes barely staying open. "Driver’s outside. All of you. Get in the car. I’m... I’m paying for the hangover, too." ​As we piled into Mateo’s massive luxury van—a tangle of limbs, messy hair, and the scent of expensive gin—the city of BGC sped past us in a kaleidoscope of lights. We were a mess. We were unprofessional. We were completely, beautifully wasted.

Luther screamed out, rubbing his head in irritation. “We don’t have keys?” Cassius shouted nervously. “Just take fucking them…” suddenly Luther’s eyes caught the blueprint's box and he quickly rummaged through it. “Fuck yes!” He grabbed the keys and rushed to the basement. Noelle, Winnie and Cassius are waiting for them. Luther was entering the basement when a fired wooden roof fell just in front of him. He dodged and jumped back gasping for breath as his heart accelerated.

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

It's just some random number. *Hello, sweetie!* It says. Probably some drunk slut who hit the wrong number. As I want to delete this I get another text. *It's me, Monika. Don't dare to ignore me!* She texted. How the hell did she get my switzgerman number? ... (to be continued)