Long Elmo Novels & Stories

"It doesn't work like that, asshole! Where are they gonna get another genius team?" Loosening his tie, Elijah tossed it aside, locking gaze with the pretty thing lying on the couch. His cheeks were flushed and his teeth sunk in his lip. Any Alpha could guess what he was thinking, and with this many pheromones in the air, everyone had caught on the frenzy. "You can have that one." He looked up at Ted who shrugged with a smile, "What? You were staring at him so much. His name is Finn, by the way. An upcoming artist."

His wings stretched back out behind him without him seeming to have moved a muscle at all and Megan marvelled again at their nature. "We are?" Dennis had a pleasant smile on his face. "Well, that's great." He turned to Megan with a whisper, "You're going to love watching this, Miss Months. I assure you." Adolf urged them a couple of steps backwards and as soon as they complied, an electric whirr resounded through the field with Olympus's AI voice coming up over some seemly invisible speakers in the area. "Ready to commence training sequence," it said. "Please confirm your identity whenever you're ready."

December 19th - eighteen hours before Cato becomes Alpha Leo’s point of view I knocked on Cato’s door after getting off the phone with Haden. It had been three weeks since anyone had seen Elias. At first, he’d been texting Lia and Cato every few days, telling her he’s safe and not to worry. But it had been ten days since she last heard from him. We’d been tracing his phone to somewhere in Canada, but the signal disappeared ten days ago too.

Come on now. We are almost there. Ejima steadied her arms, with a sling and stone ready to fly. Her breath was calm as she waited from her hiding place for the animal to move closer enough. It was an antelope with brown fur and few white spots. There was no horn yet. But the rich dark eyes suggested that it was matured enough. It was nothing close to the one she had killed two moons ago. However, the size would generate an income that would serve for two or three market days before she comes back for a proper hunt.

, his father would say. Leo Peters was a tall, lanky redhaired. Leo was more like a sidekick to the group. He was always running errands for them, carrying out their little mischievous teenage orders and just in summary, he kisses their asses. Initially, he used to be an A list student until one day he came to school with his hair dyed black. Everybody was surprised and couldn't recognise him at first. That day, the teacher asked him a question and he flopped terribly, that added to their surprise because he never failed any question that was asked in class. From that time till their current grade, he became a C student. And the laughable thing was that he shared surnames with Jason. So when

How Roji wept when his first dog died, then poisoned the cartel who killed it. He held Emilio, even when the child stared through him. "You’re more than what they made you. You’re more than echoes. You are mine. You are hers. You are us." But the boy simply looked at the blood-streaked floor and said again: "He walks with me." ~~~~~~~~~~ ROME — ELIAS' PRIVATE ESTATE Echo stood before a full-length mirror. Training knives in hand. Shirtless. Skin flawless. Scarless. Engineered. Elias entered with a tablet in hand. Video feed from Myanmar.

The lighter polish gave it a more welcoming feel. It wasn’t working very well. Harriet followed a step behind Elaine, up to the entrance. Then inside. Before they could even question on where to go, a man walked up to them. Short, stocky build with ashen hair and trimmed beard. Was he a beta? No. Perhaps a delta. “Welcome, Elaine!” the man said as he approached. “We have been expecting you. My name is Emilio.” “Thank you. I hope we’re not too late. Is Volk ready to see us?” Elaine asked.

For the first time in twelve years, the humming servers in the basement of the Sterling estate were the loudest thing in the house. Everything else had softened. The "Empathy Link" monitors were still there, but Liam had stopped looking at them. He didn't need a digital pulse to tell him that Elara was exhausted; he could see it in the way her shoulders dipped as she rocked Caleb in the dim light of the nursery.

“And your job is…?” “My job,” Elara said, a smirk playing on her lips as her fingers danced across a keyboard Jack couldn’t see, “is to make ghosts talk and make walls disappear.” A new window popped up on the main screen. It was a live satellite feed, rapidly zooming in on a gritty, industrial section of the city. It centered on a nondescript brick building with a faded sign depicting a howling wolf. “For example, our primary target: The Moon’s Howl. Owned by a shell corporation, which is owned by another, which funnels its profits to an offshore account registered to one… Kael.”

The taste of her own pussy made her moan softly. “Good girl,” Damon praised, voice rough with need. “Look at you. My perfect, fiery assistant, licking her cum off my fingers in a dirty alley.” He pulled his fingers free and wiped them on her thigh. “I’m sending you home in my car,” he said, already texting his driver. “But this isn’t over. Tomorrow at the office, you’re going to feel every second of what I just did to you.” Elena’s voice was shaky. “You’re insane.”