Osu Carmen Novels & Stories

Carmen likened her to a Greek goddess from the way her flowing robe sparkled like stardust, and wings of translucent silver spread behind her, glimmering faintly. "Who...who are you?" Carmen whispered, her voice trembling as she managed to speak. The figure stepped closer, her expression unreadable. "Hello, Carmen." "Who...who are you? And how do you know my name?" Carmen stammered, her voice barely audible. The figure stepped even closer, her presence both mesmerizing and overwhelming. Carmen tried to step back, but her legs refused to move again. It was like it was glued to place. The figure continued to move closer to Carmen, her glowing purple eyes pierced through Carmen, yet her express

A deep base voice echoed throughout the castle That voice sent endless shivers into our spine This is very more terrifying than the prince of lust Amadeus "We are from the land of the living.... we hope to meet the first prince, the greatest archdemon of hell, the overlord prince of envy....the greatest manipulator.....we come to pay our respect!" Carmella said taking a slight bow and we followed in her footsteps Sometimes I wonder if Carmella is ever afraid of anything She looks so calm and collected The three eyed demon stared at us with his deep disgusting face then walk away to a particular room

"And we're taking the long way. Backroads. If that asshole tries to follow us, I'll lose him." I didn't argue. I couldn't. I just let her guide me into the passenger seat and buckle me in like I was a child. Carmen drove like she had something to prove — checking her mirrors constantly, taking sudden turns, doubling back twice. "I don't see anyone," she said after the third detour. "But we're not taking chances." I could feel Fao through the bond, his worry escalating with every passing minute. By the time we reached the turnoff for the cabin, he was practically vibrating with anxiety.

Promise me…,’ Carmen says, her voice was shaking as she covers her sister with all their bags and jackets. A loud bang and a scream from outside gets her scrambling to find herself a hiding place, but she knew it was too late when she felt the door behind her open forcefully, rocking the car. ‘‘You can’t hide from me,’ the bad guy said as he grabbed her by her hair. ‘Owww! Let me go!’ Carmen screams as she tries to get free. ‘Get the other one,’ the guy holding her says, unfazed by her wriggling and kicking. ‘There is no one else here!’ the other guy answers as he holds onto a jacket from the floor. Carmen screams louder, trying to alert the houses around them and hopefully distract the guy

He asks Xavier as if Oscar Warsunng's death shouldn't be a thing of bother. "Almost here," Xavier replies, moving over to pull Oscar's dead body to the side. What the hell just happened? Does this mean that Carmen's blood is enough to kill my type or maybe it was that poisonous because Oscar Warsunng's mother was a soul-fated? Whichever it is, I just know that Carmen would never be safe if anyone finds out what just happened. "Her blood could be a weapon of mass destruction." Brody says from beside me, "We need to bring her home as soon as we can."

She attacked my lips and in a swift move, she was straddling me, her hands in my hair. Camila, Camila, Camila. Camila Brinx- Camorra. Deep, open mouthed kisses, mixed with the cool air of the night, a dream. Our lips felt perfect against each other, she felt perfect in my arms. The sound of the ocean now rushing, or maybe that was my blood rushing through my veins, kick starting my adrenaline. Whenever I'm with Camila, it's like a fever dream.

Johnson that is what I said. It seems like Corrine has gained her trust so she took steps closer. Suddenly Carmen began to shake slightly so my friend had to retreat slowly. - Its ok Carmen, don’t be scared. Look, he is really Miron Hauser, the trombonist. Little by little Carmen relaxed and she locked gaze with me. Her hollow eyes were so sad that it shook my heart. This woman must have had a bad past for life to put its mark this way. - Mr. Hauser…so nice to finally…meet you…

Damn it! "So do you remember or not Carmen?"

Meadow rubs her face, sighing heavily to calm herself and grabs my hand to reassure me. “There’s no point pondering on the how… that won’t give you the right mindset to get through it.” Carmen’s voice startles us from out of nowhere, strong and clear with that bitchy tone that separates her from other femmes. We both turn in shock at the presence that has been elusive for days, expecting to see a moody and frosty Carmen, but she looks awful though.