Igor Scamper Novels & Stories

"He has similar coloring to you when viewed from a distance." The strategic adjustment made sense, though I felt uneasy about traveling alone. "The rogues may target what they believe is my vehicle," I observed, a chill running down my spine at the thought. "Precisely," Marcus confirmed. "Which is why you'll be safely distanced from the most obvious target. The third vehicle is less conspicuous – a simple transport rather than an official pack car." I glanced through the window at the modest SUV that would carry me back to Blood Moon territory. It looked solid and reliable, nothing like the sleek official vehicles that usually transported pack leadership.

Rex asked, remembering the chittering, hissing creatures that had ambushed him and Markus shortly after arriving at Dracoterrum. “I do not know what a crazak is, but we call them Scampers,” Dilo said, tilting her head after testing the word crazak a few times audibly. “The word has a ring to it. Crazak, I like it.” “They are hive-minded creatures, we do not usually see them often enough for them to be a problem. The fact they are here, have seen us but haven’t attacked is a little strange and off-putting,” Cassius said, his eyes still focused on the ten crazaks all crouching in a semi-circle in the middle of the road, staring up toward their group.

I dropped my car off for maintenance at the service center. When it was finished, I told the staff to put it on the tab of my cousin, who ran the shop. The staff member nodded and started to process it, but then the female manager stepped in. "We don't do tabs here. You've got to pay up now," she said, slapping the bill down right in front of me. Premium Diagnostic Scan: $80,000 Exhaust System Sound Enhancement: $100,000 Engine Harmony Calibration: $100,000 Total: $280,000. I laughed at the absurdity. Since when did my cousin start running a rip-off operation? The manager crossed her arms and gave me a snooty once-over. "Always trying to mooch off Chad. I've seen plenty of broke rela

The Gators huh… I see his point though, the Gators have always been the top in the meat industry in London and their positive traits are high as well and can easily hide their negative effects. Something the Rells can't afford to skip as we always deal with the inside money of the business and one bad negative can destroy it all. But what does he mean by slip up like last time, did something happen recently? “Well then that is all for today, the new recruits get your reports to my desk before 7pm and do get prepared as tomorrow you both will be assisting me in the inspection with the Gators.” he said, and walked right out shutting the door close. Ohh shoot! I haven't asked him about it yet.

No one sees him move, but with a flick of his wrist, the representative of the Blackthorn family is thrown several meters into the air, slamming into the wall, and the scythe embeds itself in the wall, just above him as though to say, you could have lost your neck just now. I gulp, goosebumps rising on my skin. Why is he standing up for me? More importantly, what could he want from me? "Does anyone else have an objection?" He asks casually. Alpha Xander steps back, his eyes wary. "What the hell are you?" The stranger grins, the angle of the sunset lighting a part of his face, making his grin look sinister. "I go by many names. But you can call me Ragnar Thorne." Alpha Xander stiffens, his fa

Arum said while munching on her siomay. “Huh? GGS? Handsome Werewolves?” I snickered, trying not to laugh. Arum glared and leaned closer. “Shhh! Don’t let them hear you! GGS stands for Garuda Steel Gang, not some soap opera. You need to memorize each of them. That guy sitting at the end? That’s Rocky. Everyone calls him Iky. Sure, he’s got a cute smile, but his mouth? Super annoying!”

It might not be necessary to shift, and it will be much easier to fight if I’m not wearing a dress. As soon as I’m dressed, I step outside and immediately hear a snarl. I turn to the left and there is a brown rogue wolf stalking towards me. You can always identify the rogues because they look mangey and deranged, like a dog who’s been abused and beaten. His fur is filthy, with a few patches missing, and he smells like vulture vomit. The combination of death and decay mixed with the burning, acidic scent of vomit is the worst possible combination.

I could tell that they were making bets about the first person I’d call to keep me company. A few months back, I wouldn’t have hesitated to cure my unease with multiple threesomes, chasing orgasms after orgasms, but currently what they did only reminded me of what they were– Call-girls who only wanted enough doughs while getting a good dick. Unfortunately, my dick was just for one woman whom I wasn’t sure would ever come back into my life. Since I was seated close to the entry, I knew when the door swung open and when a man, Igor, traipsed into the bar, his small eyes searching the empty seats for me. I whispered and immediately he caught on and approached my table.

Thank you all for reading my book. This is my second book on good novel and I hope you all enjoy it. 'Quagmire' is a romance novel which possesses a lot of twists, turns, complications but still enough romance to keep it interesting and thrilling. The book is an entire work of fiction and is not intended to make mockery or downgrade any kind of individual.

Ignoring the gagging sounds from the woman. “What do you want?” I go straight to the point, wanting to leave as soon as possible. Igor is a sturdy built man, he's over fifty and runs an organization. I have no idea what he does and I don't give two flying fucks about it. From the rumors I heard, he sells and trafficks women and children. I'm not a part of that, I only help him carry out a few operations and get paid. “Here.” He throws an envelope at me and I catch it just in time.