Inoske Novels & Stories

At 3:00 pm, I decided that ice cream sounded amazing. It used to be a weekly event with Chris to get ice cream. I missed her. I grabbed my keys and was planning on going to the grocery store, but somehow I ended up at The Shack. I walked out of my car and headed in. Jessie wasn't there, but a majorly hot as hell guy was. He had short black hair and snake bites. He had green eyes and was about 6'3. His arms were so ripped I thought his shirt would break if he moved. You could see his abs through his shirt too.

Washington, DC, United States of America A girl who has a tall stature, a beautifully sculpted nose descends from a new black car. The Ferrari 005, the black car caught the attention of several people who were still passing by on the golf course. The girl who was wrapped in an Adidas sports top looked down at her wrist, then stepped the ladder into the large building in the US.

He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw. "I ain't a seller, Agust," Skoteinó looked at him and Raverine saw the scar on his left eye, "I am a killer. Now, if you want to buy then call this." Skoteinó gave him a piece of paper with a number on it, Raverine looked at it carefully then back to Skoteinó. "Thanks." "You gonna drink it?" Skoteinó asked then unwrapped a green bubble gum. "Yeah," Raverine replied and inserted the paper inside his pocket.

Even for a dragon. “Blaze…?” Persia called out. “Just skip him. I heard his name from Kuroyuki.” I said. The person sitting next to Blaze is the guy with the brown hair and glasses. Every time he nudges his glasses, there’s always a glint. “Name: Kronos Y Chronocock. Human. Ranked Seven. Codename: .” Am I actually imagining symbols from his words…? How scary. “Arsenal…? This means you had a lot of weapons in your hand…?”

Brooke After class, Iniko takes my hand. “Are you going to Alpha Cedric and Tana’s packhouse now?” “Yes. I’m not sure when Edur will arrive, but I’m excited to see if he can help me connect to my bear.” Iniko holds my gaze as he leans in. Just before his lips press against mine, he smirks. “You’re never going to defeat me in a race, beautiful.” Before I can answer, he kisses me quickly, then begins leading me to the packhouse. Rather than argue, I let it go.

a rasped, melodic voice vibrated from the dark center of the room. Sitting over a bubbling stone brazier filled with black oil was Morana. She didn't look like a standard mortal woman; her skin was pale, with translucent wrinkles that showed dark, greasy shadow lines pulsing beneath her cheeks. Her eyes were solid, milky-white pits devoid of pupils, and in her skeletal right hand, she clutched a long, jagged bone-needle that was actively dripping with a crimson fluid.

I didn’t want to go, X-rays meant records but June insisted as I didn’t have my wolf yet so my healing was still slow. Two hours later she is stood in front of me in an examination room with Dr Woods, the only doctor in the whole place I trust as much as June. Dr Woods looks just as pissed as June. “Nova, you have a fractured rib, a broken nose and a crack on your cheekbone” he stated matter of factly trying to keep his anger under control.

"Come meet the dead." "Charming," one of the strangers said, grinning crookedly. Nova gestured to them. "This is Wren and Milo. Wren's the one who looks like she could kill a man with her pinky. Milo's the one who'd help bury the body." Wren waved with two fingers, her nails black and sharp-looking. "Don’t believe everything she says. I’d use my whole hand." Milo, a boy with a mess of dark curls and a permanent half-smile, nodded. "I only help with bodies if snacks are involved."

Mariah POV Back to school today. I spent the whole weekend with Nick. Logan hasn’t answered my calls or texts since the incident on Friday night. I know he is mad at me, so I’m trying to give him some space. Hopefully, I will see him in school today, and we can clear the air. Rose and I are getting ready while Nick and Josh wait downstairs for us. I am wearing a white crop top with a jean jacket, skinny jeans, and some white sneakers; my hair is in a high ponytail, and I only have eyeliner and some lip gloss on.

[Ezra] “And at last…” I mumbled, staring at the building that was structured like a giant skull with two hollow eyes acting like the only two windows and a wide open jaw as its entrance. Chiseled into the giant skull’s forehead were words that seemed to leer at passersby— Bone Voyage: Alive skeletons at your service since the first death in the wheel of time. Store open for purchase, rental and installments. Price negotiable for young aspiring healers. The store does not give any guarantee. The skeletons are subject to running away and other risks.