Long Elmo Novels & Stories

The 2 nodded at me. "Yes sir, I know [Fireball ] Spell it's a level 2 attack Magic...I can cast them 5 times..". (Private Elias) Elias is an Elf, with very pale complexions. He's from the infantry division. "I got [Light Beam] spells..it's a level 5 attack magic..but I can only cast them once…and the casting time will take me 5 minutes….sorry about that Sir..". (Private Guro) With a tall stature and protruding fang, Guro look at me embarrassed when he said that he can only use it once. Guro is from the Special Forces division and he's a young Orc Shaman.

Still, something was missing. Ninth: Liam and Chloe. Irish-American, pale, tattooed. Liam’s cock was long; Chloe’s body was slim with small high breasts. Their demonstration was intense but slightly disconnected. Elara felt her earlier arousal cooling. Fatigue was setting in. She sipped water and leaned back.

Observing the key, he take closer look and said, “It is a language, but I never read anything like this.” “Exactly, because the Elven were forgotten by five hundred years already. This must be an elven language!” Elm was so excited, he was practically jumping on the bed. “Good job Elm.” I rewarded him with a kiss on his lips, and even full on make out on the bed, with Aaron and Zephyr staring at us. When we were done fooling around, I smile at the two of them and winked, “You need to find something to get a reward too.”

Lena smirked as we approached each other. “I’m fine,” I replied. “It hadn’t exactly been a walk in the park.” “I didn’t expect it to,” she replied. “You guys got something?” “Not something enough to work with,” I replied. “But it’s something we can use. Elora said our guy’s name is Morgeaus. The one that runs the show.” “Never heard of the name,” she replied, then pressed a thumb on my forehead. “I need to establish a mindlink with you, and keep you from being detected. Watching you from the mirror is quite stressful.”

She makes a slight moan when she feels her body ache. “What a hilarious excuse.” Eduardo heavily sighs at the scenario. “Kids these days…” He shakes his head with disbelief. “I have something important to do. I’ll leave first.” “Mariella—” “Elmo, follow me.” Elmo feels ashamed while looking at Mariella. He can’t do anything but follow orders from his father. He mouthed ‘sorry’ before leaving. “Let’s go.” Leo utters when he assures that the man who hurt Mariella is gone.

I’m not sure what they talked about, but the playful mood from moments ago is gone. “Our driver is my gamma Jamal, and Marquis is my delta and your personal guard. He will answer any of your questions.” Elio gives me one last look before he disappears into the castle, leaving me standing outside. I don’t know what I was expecting, but … that wasn’t it. Can’t we both just make the best of this situation?

Whole. The Hollow was gone. Not destroyed. Not defeated. Returned. Emmy stared at her. Elara opened green eyes. “Who are you?” Emmy smiled. “Emmy.” Elara looked at their joined hands. “Did they make you too?” Emmy thought about it. The makers. The bloodlines. The network. The tenth daughter. Then she shook her head. “No.” Elara smiled. “Good.” Emmy laughed. “Very.” Elara slowly sat.

She would appear with friends as if it was enough seeing her face but also B****** that were notorious for causing trouble that most often resulted in violence. On this particular day Capri was stepping off a ladder onto the counter doing her cig scan audits. This ugly troll decided it was a smart idea to pull on her combat boot strap causing Capri to stumble backwards and injuring her elbow. If that wasn’t embarrassing enough, Ella as Taurus had her stored in his phone called her a “home wrecking bitch!” Capri…. Maybe I’m overthinking, but wasn’t I the one in a relationship with him for years since high school or was I a delusional twenty-one year old that made it all up.

Don Luciano sucked at consoling me but I found myself giggling. "There, there. Now stop blaming yourself." He cajoled, his hand stroking my hair. Neither of us spoke, nor did I move away, as I enjoyed his warmth, trying to think about nothing. Perhaps if this man weren't the devil's associate, then we would have gotten along better. "Don, Mrs Moretti, we are here." The driver informed us and I immediately jerked away from Don Luciano, regaining my senses. What the hell was I doing in his embrace?

It was from Elijah— an encrypted message I stood up. “I need to take this.” Emery stood too, eyes narrowing. “Who’s Elijah?” her eyes were glued on me like she was searching my soul. I stared at the screen, jaw tightening. “Someone I hoped would stay in the shadows.” “Killian—” I looked up, my tone suddenly cold. Not toward her—but toward the danger rising like smoke on the horizon. “You should stay in this office. Don’t open the door for anyone but me. Understood?”