Historical Bl Series Novels & Stories

It was clear and structured. Mrs. Toria nodded once as they finished. “The execution is clean,” she said. “You understand your medium.But it doesn’t move beyond what it is.” The speaker faltered slightly. “It’s descriptive,” she added. “Not interpretive.” “Good foundation,” she finished. “Push further.” They stepped back. “Group B.” I stepped forward. I didn’t need to look back to know they were following. I stopped in front of our canvas. For a second, I just looked at it. The fountain stood at the center, and the figures on the opposite sides.

It was from an old series that had been popular two years back. “I spotted this blind box while passing a shop. Weren’t you into this kind of thing?” Ben’s tone was offhand. I stared at the plushie. He remembered it wrong. Mikayla was the one with a thing for blind boxes. Two years ago, Mikayla bought an entire case of blind boxes, desperate to get the hidden edition. She dumped the plushies all over the floor once she was done. I was simply there to pick up after her. Ben took it that I loved the plushies.

But the main reason is for the tall figure walking back towards me, holding two glasses of whiskey. All night was a fucking challenge keeping my hands off of him. Ever since that damned kiss, my lips have been begging to get another taste of him. And then tonight he wears this outfit... black pants that accentuate his firm ass and that white button-up with a sexy black blazer with sleeves currently rolled up revealing his strong forearms. Fuck, even his veins are sexy to me.

“Don’t worry about me. You have an army to take care of. I can take care of myself.” “Sure, sure. Oh by the way, tell Bilgrae to get the demihuman squad ready. He knows what to do next.” “Okay, sure.” “Great thanks. Now if you’ll excuse me.” Bronto walked past Crymillia as she gave way to him. “It seems like he’s the one that needs a rest.” . . . We’ve reached the end of BLAIR Volume 2: The Great Sandcastle! I hope that you all have been enjoying the story so far and many more volumes, not to mention chapters coming in the future. I do apologise for the unstable updates and I’ll try to improve, which I always try to do.

Krister asked, looking at his tablet still before walking to the back room. “Black? She doesn’t-- I mean didn’t wear anything else?” she asked, her eyebrows meeting in the middle confused. “Don’t tell me she’s one of those people…” “Yes, specifically black clothing. They’re hot in the day but you disappear in the night. That’s what she always said to me.” Krister disappeared in the back to get something whilst Rojean was left there to contemplate on her own how she was going to pull the act off if she was a bad liar herself.

“They came to the hospital and asked me questions.” “What did you tell them? ” he quickly asked. I shrugged my shoulders. “I just told them I was at a friend’s and woke up to the fire.” He let out an audible sigh as he leaned back in his chair. “Jaxon wanted to know what you said.” I pressed my lips together. Jaxon was the owner and founder of Blue Hades, an illegally run brothel on the outskirts of town. It operated as a legal strip club and bar, but behind the private doors was the brothel. Jaxon was also running drugs from his business, something that Ace had recently gotten involved in to make extra money. He always thought we needed more, that I deserved more. It was as though, in his b

The second day of school was nothing like I had imagined, nosey teachers, rude students and to top it all off, the mysterious Groovehood senior who I hadn't seen all morning. "Earth to Debby," Mrs. Grassroots, our history professor flicked her fingers. "I'm so sorry," I replied hastily. "Care to share with the class?" She teased. I blushed red in return and answered her question with a smile. "So, you weren't in the last class, right?" She asked, pushing her glasses to the bridge of her nose.

“Don’t worry. It’s nothing.” Over the phone, Solomon paused before saying, “Alright then. Take care of yourself. Rory is also in Italee.” “I know,” Blair added, “Contact me if there are any developments in the hypnosis seminar.” “Got it.” After hanging up the phone, Blair placed it on the table. He raised his hand and looked at the needle mark on his arm with a serious expression. ‘Mabes, you went so far just to get my blood, but what are you planning?

BLINDED BY REVENGE CHAPTER ONE Bellona had the same terrifying dream again. She saw her parents being pursued and then killed right in front of her. Their blood flowed on the ground as their blank eyes stared up at her. Their killer who wore a mask pointed at her. "You are next!" he said menacingly. Bellona woke up. Her heart was pounding very fast and she still felt the fear that she had felt in her dream. She got up from bed and went to drink water.

If he had access to books, maybe he could also find out more about this society; and possibly even a way to escape that didn’t involve being thrown out naked and defenseless. “Very well.” K'coba removed a tablet sized screen from the entertainment unit and showed Leroy how to access the menu and start the lessons. In addition to the screen, a device fastened around his forehead and curved into one ear. Before K'coba handed the screen to Leroy, he paused and added an additional choice. “The red menu is for the language used by the Imperial House… it is probably the most universal.” He gazed at Leroy thoughtfully for a moment. “The blue menu is for Albaza. Albaza is Almighty Xcott's native lan