Igor Scamper Novels & Stories

The hunt had begun. With powerful legs and agile grace, I sprang forward, leaving the house behind. The journey to Hoia Baciu Forest would be long, but my senses were sharpened, and my purpose was clear. The scent of my Stacie lingered faintly in my memory, guiding me as I bounded through the night. Driven by loyalty and the instinct to protect, I moved swiftly, a guardian of the night on a mission to rescue Stacie from the clutches of those good-for-nothing forest werewolves.

Dimitrios spoke impatiently while loosening his tie after stealing a last glance of Iris's disappearing figure. "Did you leave her there?" Igor asked in shock who was rushing out of the mansion with some documents in hand for the next deal. "Of course. That little brat is more interested in that chicken named Robin." "What if she escapes?" Igor chuckled instructing his chauffeur to take him to Kingston Hotel. "Do you think I'm that dumb? I tied a Corsage around her wrist and there is a tracker inside. Wherever she moves I could see in my tab." Praising his own intelligence Dimitrios laughed and shifted his gaze to the road.

Chancellor Hollister squinted at the Babble chat window on the screen, then looked at the group of students seething with righteous fury in front of him. He turned to the head of admissions beside him, his expression caught somewhere between disbelief and bewilderment. "Gerald, have scam apps really evolved to the point where they can hand out university spots now?" The director of Admissions, Gerald Whitmore, looked like he did not know whether to laugh or cry. He cleared his throat and raised his voice.

Fools? "I knew he was just trying to rip us off. No wonder he's been so stubborn about not selling to us!" Mr. Dugan, who had been silent all along, suddenly dropped a screenshot from a certain shopping app into the group chat. It read, in bold letters, "Authentic Green Jewel—ten pounds for 50 dollars, free shipping." "Mr. Miller, these pears are Green Jewel too, and the seller's only selling them for five dollars a pound. Are your pears made of gold or something?" Mr. Dugan replied mockingly.

He says as he grips my hair and pushes my head to make me take him all in. I move my mouth against him, twirling my tongue inside as I bop my head against his length. Thrusting my mouth to suck him as if I was trying to suck a bad spirit out of him. His grip on my hair tightening as he nears his climax, my fingers thrusting against my clit as I masturbate myself to climax with him.

I stated irritably. No matter how much his face made my jaw drop, he still grabbed my wrist and stopped me from going like he was some kind of boss. He is a complete stranger to me! He simply tsked and snatched my wrist once again. This time, I smacked his hand and yanked it away. "Asshole! What kind of person do you believe you are? If you keep getting closer, I'm going to yell and warn everyone that you're a kidnapper." I stated this as I moved away from him.

"I think they don't run because you're scary—they run because Pascha scares them off before they get the chance." Pascha smirked proudly while Trisha grumbled incoherently, sinking deeper into the sofa. "I swear, if I freeze to death in Siberia, you’ll regret it, jerk," she said, squinting at Pascha with a mock-threatening glare. "Stop acting like a child," Igor suddenly appeared from behind, holding a stack of maps and a few nature guides. "You'll be fine. If you get cold, I can build a fire big enough to roast your entire body."

"A normal?" As he got beside Fragado, he was told that the being was actually one of them and laughed again. Schnek didn't understand what was going on but since his partner Fragado was snickering, he started to join him and laugh too. The senseless occurrence was too funny for him. ❇❇❇ Now there are two orcs stupidly laughing before her. She slowly stood up and the two huge beings didn't even notice her moving. Gripping tight of her backpack, she cautiously managed to step a few feet back.

I asked. "Someone in your pack doesn't want you there," Sam said. "This person was going around and spreading rumours about you and Damien heard. Which is why we brought you here. Not every rogue pack is the same. We have hybrids in ours so we're like a pack of ugly ducklings. We've all either been kicked out or had someone try to murder us." "Sierra," I whispered immediately without a second thought. "Who is that?" Sam asked leaning forward. "My mate is the Alpha of my pack. There's a girl in the pack that's obsessed with him. I just never expected her to go this far."

I suddenly saw my reflection in his arrogant eyes as nothing but a pitiful, stray mongrel he decided to give his leftover scraps to. Then, without further thought, he shoved me toward the door, meaning to tell me to get a cab back home instead. Just then, Eva suddenly ran over to us. "Mr. Garner! Ms. Castro—" While running toward me, she deliberately "failed" to stop herself and crashed right into me. A split second later, I felt her forcefully push me off the stairs so that I'd tumble all the way down to the ground. I bumped myself into several steps and even scraped and cut myself on them. Finally, I tumbled and landed with a heavy plop into a roadside ditch.