Pacman Adventures Novels & Stories

"It's Grigori! He's from Prometheus but he's a big softy. He's one of our best Trackers!" "Prometheus? Like the pack in Russia?" Jayden has seemed to have forgotten her unidentified person of interest. I join her side and hook our elbows up, "Well, what should we get him?" "He really likes chocolate bars! And gum wines!" "Oh! We should get some sherbert. Da loves sherbert-and porter cake! That's so yummy!" Eamonn gives me a big, toothy grin when I rest my hand on his head. He wraps his little fingers around my hand, "I'm so happy you're coming, Alora! I really wanted to show you the Trackers!"

I stared at my father as the silence took over our table. In his eyes, I saw every reason my mother fell for him. The dark brooding look was always every girl's fantasy. But you could have done better than this, Ma. "Alan, this is Sacha. Sacha, Alan", my sperm donor introduced. The creep didn't have a bad name, surprisingly. With that, I turned to him, maintaining my blank stare as I assessed his features. His green eyes twinkled and I wondered what was amusing. Did I look funny?

"On our trip up here, we stopped at some national park and put up some tents. We had a few beers, shot the shit, and went to bed. Well, in the middle of the night, something starts hitting our tents and making these really fucked-up noises. So, we all run out to see what the hell is going in, and we see, like, a dozen squirrels dive-bombing the tents. They no sooner bounced off them than they're running up a tree and jumping all over again." "You're screwing with me," she replied, and when Jaxon used his fingers to cross his heart, she turned to Parker. "For once, he's not exaggerating. Of course, the funniest part is when Wyatt starts freaking out, yelling at them, and does one of the littl

Ren asked. I pressed the crown of my watch twice, ending the recording. "I got it," I said. It wasn't enough to end the empire, but it was a start. Richard Carter's operation had just made its first mistake. They had let me walk out alive.

*Jaedon’s POV* “You’re saying war?” My best friend and Beta, Peter Normandy raised his eyebrows at me. Peter and I had met when we were children. Our pack, Snow Creek, had taken over his own pack Everforest. Now, the remaining joined us and pledged their loyalty. It hasn’t been a terrible thing for them though. We didn’t have to kill anyone. Their Alpha had been sick and the sickness was spreading. He asked us to take over the healthy of their pack so it wouldn’t have to die off. Our Alpha at the time obliged.

transformed. He smiled, pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. "Good," he murmured. As we dressed, his fingers lingered on my skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake. I caught sight of myself in the cracked mirror and barely recognized the woman staring back. My lips were swollen, my eyes bright with a wild sort of joy. Suddenly, a voice crackled through what I now realized was an earpiece in the stranger's ear. "Boss, the coast is clear. But we need to move. Now."

"A girl with a face like yours should be married to some wealthy merchant, not on her knees scrubbing floors." I bit back a laugh. That was the exact reason I ran away from home, from my pack. If only I could tell her the truth that I was actually a princess to the third morst wealthy clan in the continent…but that would be neot be necessary. Especially not when I had been so careful, hiding my identity since my escape led me to moon crest pack, six months ago. "I happen to like scrubbing floors," I said, moving to the next window. The afternoon sun caught the streaks I'd missed, and I scrubbed harder. "Very fulfilling work."

Pandora Being named after the one woman who unleashed the darkness and evil beings into our world just simply opening a box has never been easy, especially when I need to meet new people. They hesitate to talk to me and even look at me or towards me. I've heard rumors that I'm a witch's hybrid with a wolf, that I was cursed when I was born, and even that I was cursed because I tried to seduce the mate of a powerful witch, but none of this is true, and it also makes no sense, I never crossed the boundaries of the lands of the pack. But even if these unfounded rumors amuse me, after all, we realize how far people's imagination scans, I have my responsibilities, such as: doing my homework, afte

Zach made it through the morning, though desultorily doing his sets while telling himself that he needed to get serious about training, despite the temptations of the flesh that seemed to surround him. To Krista's delight, lunch was at Mamacita's, around the corner from the dojo, and they were introduced to pirarucu de casaca, a popular dish widely eaten in the region. It is made with the pirarucu, a famous Amazonian fish, one of the largest fresh-water fish in the world, olive oil, cassava flour, and many other ingredients, and it was delicious.

"Can you please give me my backpack as I still got a drawing and colouring to do?" Prince Willem saw the backpack as he nodded his head and he stood up. Prince Willem strode over to Belle Rose's backpack and he got hold of it by the handle. Prince Willem was surprise to find how heavy the bag is and he queried. "What on earth have you got in here and how many did you bring?" Prince Willem brought the backpack over to the bed and he gave it to Belle Rose as she replied. "Two books, three notebooks, four pens and two metal tin of colouring pencils. A quill pen feather and an ink pot. I draw something that might take you by surprise and I hope that you will like it."