Kou Toilet-bound Mga Nobela at Kwento

AÏDON'S POV; Death. The stench is horrid as it overshadows the overbearing smell of disinfectant and fills the entirety of the dimly lit hall. I'm unable to resist neither the slightest wrinkle of my nose as I expel a heated breath of air nor the twitch in my left hand when the putrid smell wafts up my nostrils and causes my stomach to stir unpleasantly.

How come a vegetable seller from Callypso be this famous in Wild Oaks? Right. Uncle George was a vegetable seller. I made a conclusion that maybe he used to supply vegetables in Wild Oaks that's why everyone seemed to know him. Holding my bag on my shoulder, I jumped out of the truck and slammed the door shut before I followed Uncle George. The castle looked more majestic and I couldn't even stop my lips from being in awe—no matter how ridiculous I knew I looked already. I heard giggles coming from the left, but when I saw where the two girls were seating, I found myself stopping. My knees suddenly buckled and my heart almost stopped from beating as my eyes widened in shock.

“However, dear cousin, I wonder whose blood are you drinking right now?” Tobeyaz knitted his brows, confused. “Pardon?” “I said, whose blood are you slurping on, right now?” she smiled evilly. Tobeyaz felt his face drained whiter than his face already was. He threw the pitcher and it broke to pieces as it hit the floor. “What have you done to her? Explain yourself?!” he shouted, finally goaded into losing his cool. Lady Emia laughed heartily in her seat. It seemed she had lost her mind too.

🩷Talia🩷 The firelight painted warm gold across the stone walls, flickering shadows dancing like ghosts of old. Talia sat on the edge of the bed Ronan had insisted she take, wrapped in a heavy wool blanket that still didn’t stop the chill in her blood. It wasn’t the cold. It was what she remembered—the Beast’s breath against her neck, the weight of its claw, the sensation of being watched by something ancient and hungry even before it attacked.

"That stupid toilet bowl is messing with me again! Kuya is to blame! He left his boxer brief in the bathroom, and it fell into the toilet bowl as I was pouring water on it! How do you unclog a stupid toilet bowl?! ” Hazel burst out laughing. "Suck it, lady." Jewel grinned as Gabbi's expression darkened. "You're the only one who can suck a stupid toilet bowl, and maybe you can suck the septic tank as well," Gabbi said. "That's enough," Jewel said quietly, returning to the keyboard. Hazel and Gabbi were not very good at playing jokes because they often took jokes personally, which resulted in a nasty fight. Gabbi was grumpy, and Hazel adored grumpiness.

I guess because, like me, they always have to consider the possibility of dying in so many ways. “There’s a bathroom with a shower here.” Kaelin is at the only other door in this square space and opens it to reveal a little add-on with a gravity-fed shower head from a rain tank above. A portable-looking toilet and a basic sink, close enough for the shower head to be pulled down. “You want to use it first. We could both benefit from being clean. I can find some clothes to fit you in those.” He nods at the large box marked ‘women's,’ and I nod.

Lifting his head up standing on his toes getting moving his face closer to Ryuu. Looking at his eyes then staring back at his lips slowly licking over the bottom of his own lips. Just before Ryuu could move closer, Koishi takes a step back-patting over his bottom. “I do fart but I just to it at home it doesn’t come out when I’m out” with that walking away inside the bathroom closing the door behind him.

"Speak." "We intercepted someone outside the east gate." The room fell silent. "He was carrying a camera." A camera? "He'd taken dozens of photographs." The guard swallowed. "Most of them were of Miss Romano." Every muscle in my body went rigid. "What?" The guard reached into his jacket and placed a thick brown envelope on the desk. Matteo opened it. His expression darkened with every photograph he pulled out. I stepped closer before he could stop me. The first picture showed me leaving my university.

Everyone had retired upstairs to their bedroom and I had gone back downstairs for some water before I saw him sitting down on the chaste of chairs we had played charades earlier. "Mmhmm." Mason sits back in his chair and looks at me. "You've worn that tease of an outfit all day." I sit down opposite him watching him. I glance down at my clothes. "It's meant as a makeshift swimsuit cover-up." I explain. "Is it?" He moves, fast and grabs the bottom of my chair, dragging it to the corner of the table, until my knees bump into his legs under the table and our chairs almost touch. He casually shifts to flip up my skirt, displaying my white underwear.

“It is. That's why not all people meet their bounds and not all people who meet their bounds marry them either.” “I hope I meet my bound,” Raf drawled his speech, eyes struggling to stay open. Anne could see that he was about to fall asleep, she slowed down her strokes on his hair and tried to stay still just until he fell asleep. “I'm sure you will.” Raf yawned. “But mother, is father your bound?” “No, he's not.” “I figured,” Raf slurred. Anne smiled, strokes slowing to a final stop. “Why would you say that?”