Inoske Novels & Stories

I may be ѕtаndіng іn ѕԛuаlоr, but I’vе hit thе jасkроt bесаuѕе Neon is rіght thеrе, tаlkіng to оnе оf hеr security guуѕ. I don’t rесоgnіzе hіm but hе fits thе muscle profile. Grеаѕу hаіr, аrmѕ lіkе trее trunks аnd mіѕѕіng tееth. “Nеоn.” I ѕау to hеr, drawing hеr аwау frоm whаt lооkѕ like an іntеnѕе сhаt.

There was a plate attached to it with the words Supervisor carved on it in bold letters. Getting to it, I tapped lightly. A deep voice replied from the inside telling me to go in. I opened the door to see a man behind a desk. He was wearing a grey suit. His skin was a light chocolate and he was spotting a low cut. A wide line of perfectly shaped beards framed his jaw. When he raised his head, his lips were a light pink. It didn't take time to know he's a black. A very good looking one at that. "Good morning. I'm Kristen Morgan. I applied for an internship here and was accepted".

Nicole stopped and turned to me. “Please girl. We see how Jensen watches you.” Now it was my turn to laugh. “Come on guys. He is just doing his job.” They both laughed and then grabbed a few things to go try on. He was just doing his job, right? I looked up and saw Jensen standing outside the store staring at me. His eyes were fixed on me as I was watching him. He flashed me a grin as I started to walk around out of his sight. I stopped in front of the lingerie section and started looking. Maybe I will find something nice for him. I mean it wasn’t like there was no attraction there, maybe I just need to push a little. My hand stopped on the perfect outfit. It was a red bra, with a red thong

If Bo were in a better headspace, Oscar might have asked questions just like that night a few months ago. Oscar might have questioned what the thick silver metal that connected the ankle joint to the knee was called, and what it felt like to wear it. There is a collection of scratches running up the entire front of it, and the metal is cold in his hands. He avoids touching the knee joint, and his hands come to rest on the hard plastic that covers his thigh. Bo’s right hand touched his shoulder suddenly, his fingertips digging through the thin t-shirt and into Oscar’s shoulder in a way that could be uncomfortable if Oscar allowed it to be.

I may be ѕtаndіng іn ѕԛuаlоr, but I’vе hit thе jасkроt bесаuѕе Neon is rіght thеrе, tаlkіng to оnе оf hеr security guуѕ. I don’t rесоgnіzе hіm but hе fits thе muscle profile. Grеаѕу hаіr, аrmѕ lіkе trее trunks аnd mіѕѕіng tееth. “Nеоn.” I ѕау to hеr, drawing hеr аwау frоm whаt lооkѕ like an іntеnѕе сhаt.

He got me dresses and nursed me back to health, the least I could do was eliminate whatever dignity I was clinging onto. “A lady from Skrull pack, huh. Who would have thought.” He snickered, trailing his eyes down to my collar bone. “It can't be you, it just can't,” he uttered, drowning me in a sea of confusion. I twisted my lips and raised my brows. Did I look like someone he once knew? What was he talking about? Who was he referring to? My mind was a spiral of thoughts. I scratched my hair again and tried to crack a smile but he suddenly pulled back and fixed his eyes on my boobs.

At least that's what I was told. I was only supposed to sneak in, and take a picture of a few notes from the Encyclopedia of Medical Imaging Keisha had stumbled upon while cleaning the library. She didn't want to sneak it out, so she dressed me in her uniform, handed me cleaning supplies, and sent me in. If there's only one door, how did someone end up on the other side of the shelf? "I saw you moving minutes ago, and suddenly, you're a statue?" the voice says again. "You'll have to move eventually when security gets here."

"I erased them. The Wolves are gone, Thalia. Their history, their name, their bloodline... wiped out by their own President." The door opens. Nikos walks in. He has showered. The dust and blood of the warehouse are gone. He is wearing black jeans and a fresh leather cut. But it’s not a Wolf cut. On the back, stitched in silver thread, is the Reaper skull. And below it: VP. He looks... happy. Manic. Like a man who has finally taken off a tight mask. "Father," Nikos says, nodding to Kyros. Then he looks at me.

His dark hair was damp, sticking to his forehead, and his navy jacket hugged his broad shoulders as he moved. Skye caught herself staring from where she stood and quickly looked away, her cheeks warming at his sight despite the cold. She stepped closer to the boards, her sneakers squeaking against the rubberized floor. Knox noticed her then, his gaze flicking up as he skated to a stop. He tucked his helmet under one arm, his face flushed from exertion, and glided toward her, his skates scraping softly against the ice.

I did not have to turn to see the black mist beside me, and the offer was so enticing that I was salivating to take it. I desired more power. Once I was done dealing with Rhys, I would have the world burning at my feet. As I turned and walked away, my grin grew wider. Kai Celestia. You have received a new friend request. Would you accept or decline? I chuckled. It did not matter what you chose in the end anyway. *~* Pretending to be a student was a simple task. I blended in perfectly. In a school full of students, I strolled down the university's hallway with a hoodie over my head and a bag pack over my shoulder. I searched for my target. Fortunately, he was easy to find.