Gothic Oc Mga Nobela at Kwento

Amy and Isaac traded a look, seeing us come in like besties. I noticed Isaac had set their original Kinect SLS camera on a tripod aiming at the couch, and an original Ovilus V on the coffee table, with his KII and his tri-field meter. I grimaced, trying to look at Ann. “I’m sorry, ma’am.” “It’s fine, Fran,” my phone app said. “How come you get so many words?” asked Isaac. “It’s an app developed by a Brit ghost hunter. Works better than the Ovilus. And touchpads work wonders, too.”

The piece of shit is related to River and by equation my kids too. “Fine, you tell us everything we need to know, you get to walk out alive”, I assure. This just changed the dynamic. We can’t kill him now if he’s related to River. If he’s Osiris’ nephew. “Gozam. My home is in Gozam.” “Bullshit, Gozam hasn’t been inhabited for centuries. Too much toxic waste, the air too dangerous to breathe in.” Gozam? Gozam fell off the map a long time ago. It was an inhabited no werewolf land.

Nibbling and grazing the golden neck. "Then.. Don’t. Now that I can’t, but if I could I would love to die in your arms" . Callum said, losing himself in Stephen’s arms. The moon was at its peak. Full Blue moon like Stephen eyes that had turned red. He placed his lips on the pulsing vein before barring his teeth. Callum felt a sting and then all he could feel was a frenzy, a euphoria. He now knew why Stephen felt excited offering him his blood.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

"Of course, I know you're nothing but a pervert" Charles got down from the car, he took a long stride towards her till he got to her front. He tucked his hand into his pocket, although it was late, he couldn't deny that she was beautiful. "Where are you going? Should I drop you off?" He asked. "No thank you" Hailey gritted her teeth. She raised her fist towards him to scare him off. "If you don't want a bite of this, then get lost," she said. "Tch! Such a mood spoiler" she mumbled before walking away.

I felt his hands tighten around mine. "I will get it fixed. This is just temporary." I sniffed the air, trying to steer away from the conversation. "This place smells awful." "Just exactly what I was about to tell Morgan. It's the same scent of an old poisonous root used to weaken werewolves and separate them from their wolves." I gasped. Really? My gaze landed on Morgan. His lips curved into a smile as our eyes met. "Yes, but I don't know why my room has an odd smell similar to that particular scent."

It can't be. *** The previous day, below the city's ground... The black haired girl skipped through the falling ceiling and dead bodies. She stopped just outside of storage. Her hair swung, revealing a golden eagle with red eyes on her leather jacket. "Where are the rest?" asked someone behind her. She turned around, revealing her green eyes and tanned skin. Her short frame doesn't make her afraid despite the blonde muscular guy standing in front of her. "They're coming," she answered. "Good. Do you have any information on Victor Clyde?"

Check. The Gamma Hydroxybutyrate was in the back pocket of the shorts I currently, alongside an extra syringe with a needle which already contained another dose of the Gamma Hydroxybutyrate. I needed to make sure his guard remains down, for what I have in store for him. It was the key component to ensure that my guide to seducing Callum Johnson is a success. All of my hard work depends on this drug.

It appeared that the irresistible charm was having an effect on her. The ignorant driver who didn't notice Evidence's gaze towards him didn't mind but had to let his words out. "Miss Rose, please accept whatever he tells you to do. You don't know his man. He is feared by many, he is so…" At this point, he realized the dangerous gaze being thrown at him, the look describes these words that say 'only if eyes could kill.' The driver saw the fire burning in the CEO's eyes and had to shut up to avoid his flesh being fed to the vultures while he was still alive. Mike who enjoyed the scene was mute but had to let out a silent chuckle so as to avoid Evidence's wrath.

(Lucian POV) I was halfway through a report from my Beta when the air shifted. It wasn’t sound, it wasn’t scent. It was instinct. My wolf lifted its head inside me, alert. A pulse of unease rippled through my chest - sharp, urgent. Ivy. I thought I didn’t wait for the Beta to finish speaking, I turned. Across the dim edge of the burial grounds, I saw them. Five omegas. A tight circle. Small bodies pressed behind one - Ivy