Otto Honkai Novels & Stories

He sat upright in his seat, his perfectly white eyebrows not even moving an inch at the surprise on my face. “Hello, Luna.” He said as a feeling like cold water slipped in to fill the empty spaces between my ribs. “I’m the Alpha King of Antarctica. My name is Hugo.” I nodded stiffly, my hands wrapped tightly around each other on my lap. Thankfully out of view. “I’m Elena.” “Nice to meet you, Elena.” He said. “If I may call you that.” “You may.” I said, as the water rose up to my throat. I drew in a deep breath before speaking again. “I have a question though.”

×Jamie× "Don't step on that!" Higan yelled and hit his fist on the arm of the chair in frustration after my character stepped on a landmine and exploded into pieces. "I tried my best," I said, looking down at him from the couch. "Yeah, you did." He reached out and stroked my hair before standing up from the carpet. "Are you having fun?" "Yeah, but it would be even better if I was actually winning." "Well, you won the racing game that we were playing earlier."

Whore Unfinished? Kit's heart jumped to the very tonsils and danced, sending waves of nausea into her stomach. She gripped the phone with whitened fingers, trying not to lose her composure. “Who the hell are you, and where is Hank?! - in parallel, she tried to call him on his mobile, but the robot stubbornly repeated that the subscriber's device was unavailable or disabled. “Oh, no need for nerves, little Miss Slut… I told you Hank can't talk. It's hard to speak when your mouth is gagged and taped shut. Yes, you probably remember, don't you?

“No!” ********

As soon as the referee’s whistle blew and the championship tournament officially began, the stadium exploded into a deafening roar. The puck dropped onto the smooth ice, and the battle was instantly on. The Hawks were an incredibly skilled and disciplined team, but their European opponents were an absolute nightmare to face physically. Every single one of the European players was huge, towering over six feet tall, built like solid brick walls, and playing with an intensely rough and tough style. They slammed their heavy bodies against the boards, swinging their hockey sticks aggressively. However, Julian quickly realized something as he skated smoothly across the ice. The Europeans played ro

“I’m Princess Nya of Frindom, and I have come to slay the dragon that terrorizes our kingdoms. That’s who I am! Now, if you’ll kindly step aside so that I can find him, I would greatly appreciate it!” “Find him?” the man in black repeated before he gave a slight chuckle and shook his head. Whatever he found amusing about that statement, he didn’t elaborate at the moment. Instead, he continued his inquiry, as if Nya owed him an explanation. “If you are princess of Frindom, what are you doing in Goodhorn?”

“Anna—” “No more half-truths,” I cut in, my voice shaking. “No more avoiding the question. I deserve to know what’s happening to me.” He sighed, his expression unreadable. “You do.” I swallowed hard. “Then tell me. What is an omega?” Nolan hesitated, as if weighing his words carefully. “Omegas are rare,” he finally said. “They’re… different from others. More instinct-driven. More attuned.” I frowned. “Attuned to what?”

Alfredo Fabri POV You see in this business you're either in or you're out. But the “out” in this case implies that you're no longer alive and far from the earthly realm. Getting into the world of organized crime is no child's play, and by virtue of swearing an OMERTÀ, an oath on the Saints, you're in for life. You never get out, never. But there was only ever one exception our little world had witnessed and that's in the case of Lorenzo Rizzo also known as “The Whisper”.