My Little Pony Grogar Novels & Stories

CHAPTER 12 /MAVERICK/ The music was pounding so hard that I was beginning to come down with a headache. We were at an off-campus house party, the living room packed to the brim with sweaty bodies, red plastic cups, and the strong smell of cheap alcohol. Over by the beer pong table, Saige and the rest of the guys were completely occupied, trying to impress a group of girls from the lacrosse team. I was leaning against the kitchen counter, taking a slow sip from my cup while scrolling through my phone. I had opened my chat with Nathan for the third time in ten minutes, staring at the little grey checkmarks. He hadn't replied to my last text from an hour ago. He was probably studying. How typic

Zara Lovegrove Moonclaw POV “Take it back right now, Damon, or I will dump this entire bowl of stew on your head!” I yell, my face burning up. My hands shake as I grip the heavy tray, the smell of roasted meat and gravy hitting my nose. I am panting, my chest rising and falling fast under my tight tunic. Being a plus-size, chubby wolf in the Lovegrove Moonclaw Pack means I already take up space, but right now, I feel like a giant target.

Note: This book is a reverse harem, meaning the main character has multiple partners. Just hop on for the ride. I promise it will be an unforgettable, seductive journey. --- Part 1 "Let's go, Paltmin!" Grog called out to me, with a radiant smile on his face. His long red hair bounced as he raced to meet me. "What are you so cheerful about?" I frowned at my best friend of eighteen years. Grog and I grew up together because our parents were friends. And when my parents died, his family took me in as one of their own.

"You still exist in this era. I thought the world had lost the privilege of the Grande, and dark time would dominate from that time." I opened my eyes and looked at Grazar, who was staring at me, turning his head. He was a giant creature in the form of a rhinoceros with many spikes on his back. His colour was a mixture between brown and gold and his long tail... Well, ha had one.

I gently pat his back with a smile as I feel him relax under my touch. “Who’s the boy?” Jason asked assessing Aaron who I’m sure is about to pee on his pants. “This is Aaron, I turned him” I reply with a smile. “He’s a newborn?” he’s a newborn Lucian asked, eyeing Aaron and I almost laugh at his insecurity. Well, he was the last person I turned until Aaron so I’m sure he’s a little bit jealous. “No, I’ve been a vampire for a century now” Aaron replies proudly making I and Jason to laugh.

“Who presents this newest member to the pack?” Richard asked as he stood on the dais. The pack members were all seated at the tables and I stood next to Kiran. “I, Kiran Sinclair, Alpha of the Southern Alaskan Pack,” he answered. “Present your member to the pack,” Richard said to him. “I present Levi Montgomery Sinclair, son of Georgina Sinclair, taken at the age of two and raised human and unaware, born of the Southern Alaskan pack under Female Alpha Georgina Sinclair,” Kiran said.

Thank you all for reading my book. This is my second book on good novel and I hope you all enjoy it. 'Quagmire' is a romance novel which possesses a lot of twists, turns, complications but still enough romance to keep it interesting and thrilling. The book is an entire work of fiction and is not intended to make mockery or downgrade any kind of individual.

Out stepped a figure that defied description. He was seven feet tall but hunched over so severely his knuckles grazed the ground. His skin was gray and patchy, covered in coarse hair. His face was elongated, rat-like, with yellow eyes and teeth that were too big for his mouth. He wore a tattered security uniform jacket that was sizes too small, adorned with bottle caps like medals. This was Grog. The leader. Behind him, dozens of other figures emerged. Some looked like him. Some had scales. Some had extra limbs. They were a carnival of mutations.

she explained. The woman nodded. “I see. Who is your cousin, and what would you have to do if you had lost?” Nate growled, and I smirked. “He didn’t know I was his cousin, so he asked for a date. I made the tattoo the term for my winning because he insulted my friend who appears human. The loser in question is Matty Graycort.” “Wait, Matty Graycort who is a senior at Gayl U, and president of PLP?” she asked.