روايات وقصص ضمن Inoske

"You’re pregnant, for the sake of everything holy! You think the baby is going to survive the resonance shift? You’re talking about flooding your nervous system with raw, unchecked current. You’ll be a charred husk before the first packet of data finishes downloading." "I am already a husk!" Nikos roared, the sound vibrating with a synthetic, metallic discord that cracked the nearby glass displays. "Look at me! I haven't slept in weeks. My skin is literally sloughing off where the interfaces are anchored. Every second I hesitate, the scrubbers lose another fraction of a percent. I am holding the oxygen for ten thousand people in my lungs, and you want me to be careful?"

The cub truly belongs to the Cross pack enforcer. The heavy brass doors of the command suite slid open with a soft hiss, the sharp, rhythmic click of hockey skates with protective guards on stepping onto the obsidian floor. Selene Voss walked into the office, her pristine white team jersey draped over her shoulders, her scent carrying the crisp, chilling aroma of northern ice and victory.

It was a mix of unique colors. "It's lovely to meet you, my lady," The guy said, holding out his hand for her. Innessa stared at his hand incredulously, making him sigh. "I'm Maddox Knight. His cousin," He pointed a thumb at Issac. "Innessa Laskin." Innessa bobbed her head in recognition. She instantly recalled her classmate requesting her to set her up with Maddox. She was finally meeting him. Innessa shook his hand, and Maddox brought it closer to give a kiss on the back of her hand. He gave a helmet kiss on the back of her hand, making her smile. It was a sweet, appropriate gesture.

The only place where you needed permission to enter in his penthouse. Three years ago when I returned to the states newly from Qatar where I lived my childhood life, I entered the dark side of my old man's life. The abyss of proud cruelty which he was very unapologetic of. The Neurodex-9 was one of the drugs Tinsel produced for PTSD back when the doyen was still standing strongly as CEO before Geneva. It was designed for PTSD only for them to find out it rewrote and suppressed memories too... *****

Before the Sky Had Rules Below it, smaller script shifts languages every heartbeat: Welcome, oath-bound. You were expected. A figure drops from the arch (no wings, just air deciding gravity is optional). Tall, bronze skin, white hair braided with tiny bells of petrified lightning. Board shorts, bare feet, and a university hoodie that reads Property of Aerie Skate Team – Champions of the Void 2027. He lands on a beat-up longboard that hovers an inch off the sand and rolls to a stop in front of me. Stranger (grinning like he’s been waiting his whole life for this):

Ink took the opportunity to look at the skimpy clothes that she still wore. Along the back of her legs were small two-inch skulls that ran the full length of the hosiery. The clips that held them to the corset, were a flat black. Just below the top of the thigh high on her left leg was a tattoo that looked like a garter. Tossing the blanket over the now sleeping couple, he made a mental note to check it out later. He removed her shoes before covering her feet back up. As he crawled into the bed behind her, Tank opened his eyes and looked at his friend.

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

Ivory’s hands shook, she hid her hands so the others won’t see, she couldn’t believe she just escaped from death. ‘That’s a relief’ Nara commented. Ivory stared at indigo’s sword; she wondered what type of sword it was that it could pierce through the bear’s thick hide. The sword looked like it was made from a bone of a creature. ‘That sword is indeed made from bone but it was made from a bone of a phase five air elemental’ Anita commented. Ivory’s eyes widened in surprise as she took another look at his sword, she didn’t reply Anita as she was still a little angry.

Ambrose agrees. I still have those old cargo pants of his and pull my platform shoes off, pull those on over my performance outfit, after carefully untucking and adjusting my cock. I pull on ancle socks and converse all star high tops. Ambrose, much like, me decides to have fun with the look and pulls ripped jeans on and his white dress shirt, unbuttoned , with his convers all star hightops that nearly match my hair color. He does put his necklaces either on himself or me and we kiss as he places the silver penis necklace around my neck. “You are so fucking beautiful, Nova! I don’t just mean physically, either. Everything about you is beautiful inside and out!”

“Who among us doesn’t look stupid?” Gab was wearing a belly pad with a scar on his face. I was wearing a middle-aged with skin disease, covered with scary designs of Viking tattoos on the face. While Skye was wearing a male bald on top of his head, and her nose was so flat as if a bulldozer passed by and crashed the nose bridge perfectly flat, leaving only a portion of her nose holes to exist. Skye’s nose is actually well-bridged, definitely different from the silicon-made mask she was now wearing.