Orfeo Novels & Stories

*** Song: Selena Gomez (Rare) Baby, You've been so distant from me lately And lately Don't even wanna call you baby Pre-chorus Saw us getting older Burning toast on my toaster My ambitions were too high Waiting up for you upstairs Why you act like am not there Baby, right now it feels like Chorus It feels like you don't care Why don't you recognize I'm so rare Always there You don't do the same for me That's not fair I don't have it all Am not claiming to But I know that I'm special yeah And I bet there's somebody else out there To tell me I'm rare To make me feel rare. *** 24th Christmas eve 🌲🌲🌲 Subtle background music played in the huge outlet meant for the birthday party and everyone m

“I have decided to take seriously the assignment you gave me. I will now deal with the daughter of Demeus and be rid of the prophecy once and for all.” A smile broke out on Oya’s face as she pulled Goyre into an embrace. Suddenly Lofus manifested himself in the room. Lofus was every bit as tall as Demeus, his eyes were a sapphire blue like the stones of the walls of his dwelling, on his hand he held his trident which was known to cause storms on earth. Oya pulled back from Goyre and held her hand to him. “Come, my love, you should be proud to know that our daughter has decided to save the gods by killing the daughter of Demeus.”

And how he loved his wild wolf in deshelved hairs. Benjamin was looking at Noah with calculative predatory eyes. Pinning Noah's open palms under his knees he bend down to bite on Noah's lips. And the gasp was enough for him to plunge his tongue inside. He was tasting every nook and corner of the heavenly tasting mouth with his tongue before moving down. He bite Noah's ear lobe, pressing a bold hickey under his ear. At the crook of his neck. He bit his shoulders hard leaving a perfect arc.

I once thought I'd marry him, I loved him, I still do, but I am not in love with him, and he is forever bound to Belle Valentino. I am sitting upright on my bed, staring at his name as it flashes through my screen, repeatedly. Relectantly, I pick it up. "Baby." He says, and I grin, immediately switching it to face time. "Marcello." I laugh. Damain Marcello Mikealson is a very handsome italian man, perfect but weighed by past love and trauma. One of the things we all share is Trauma. "Clementine," He grins childishly. "How is London?"

Because when a stranger knocked at your door in the middle of the night, asking for shelter amidst a crisis, there was simply no excuse to be made. Within that thirty days the butterfly would go through the craziest of cycles, starting as an egg enclosed within a shell that is both impenetrable and fragile. Gian embodies everything she hates about people. He's loud, too energetic, and always loves inserting himself in other people's business. Aera would make him leave if she could, and she tried for days on end. An apartment unit does not have enough room for two people who clash in every way possible. Then that shell would break to let out a creature that was hideous and scary and weird.

his green eyes began to change colour as his voice dropped an octave. He leaned down, his face merely centimetres from mine. His pointy nose was pressed against my small, broad, button nose, "all you have to do is say so, my Aphrodite," he whispered as he placed his face in the crook of my neck, taking in a long whiff before I felt his cold tongue running along my skin.

He smirked and leaned back on the chair, “A bit small for the ruler of the largest pack in the realm, don't you think?” “I wouldn't do that if I were you.” Keyleth stepped to my side, her arms folded against each other. “Tell us about the rot and we might just let you live.” “What shall I call you?” The wolven asked again, the smirk on his face dropped. “Oliver. Just Oliver.” — “Koren?” The word rolled off Keyleth's tongue as the male looked with obvious annoyance. “Soren.” He snapped at her, turning a sharp gaze towards me. “Soren stris, the dark wolven rises, and the realm falls.”

When he got to Vespera, she was asked which cartoon character she really loved and she replied: "The Goddess from the Sinbad cartoon." Ezekiel’s eyes twitched. His fists tightened and his hand holding the phone shook. The voices from the device only sank into the background of his mind as he stared at the smiley Vespera with less subconscious. Lorna's favourite character was also the Goddess Eris from Sinbad, Legend of the Seven Seas.

I look pointedly at Johnathan. "I am sorry" he walks away with teary eyes and head held down. I understand him, he loved this girl like his own after he lost his wife and daughter. She doesn't deserve a father like him. "I wouldn't have done this to another girl. But the way you tried to sabotage Thea's life, I don't even feel sorry about this" with that Orphelia pours a chemical on to her head which makes the girl cry in pain. That liquid will make her bald. The hair on her head, eyebrows, lashes where ever it touches, it will kill the hair follicles making her look a little weird without eyebrows and eyelashes or hair on her head.

That one was worse than him by a hundred times, but who cares? It was very inconvenient to have almost every woman in the nest marked by Orpheus, regardless of whether they had a partner or not, and it was very annoying when he was caught in the bed of one of the daughters of the Lords of the palace, but no one said anything. Orfeo was the future king of the vampires and this gave him an immunity that no one used to contest. Vlad sighs. Being able to divert the attention he had from Romeo was a relief. Letting the boy have fun with Silver was the least of his problems. Simply, for a few years, Romeo would be trapped within the halls. At least until he realizes