Pandora Express Novels & Stories

I grinned slightly, spit out my gum I still had tucked in between my cheek and gum as I headed back to my single story home. My real name is Hera Constantine, a five hundred and thirty eight year old le femme vampire who is a paid assassin for the uber elite, there are only a handful of us. I'm petite, ruthless and very blunt. My clients call me Pandora because I listen to my playlists on the app as I make my kills. I hate other vampires although not many remain, after the governments of the world started destroying us, but that's another story. I have one rule, I won't kill anyone under eighteen. There are others that kill kids, but I'm not one of them. I live by myself and have no desire t

This was the only holiday where they wouldn’t have to spend time doing any holiday homework which was given to them almost every other time, even for the weekend. Rosy, who was a backbencher, couldn’t wait to rush to the canteen as she had a big time crush on one of the young looking attendants over there who was just a couple of years elder to her. She would look at him with her eyes expressing interest in him, but he was too busy to be involved with any school girl since his mother worked in the same school as a maid, and I bet he didn’t want to get in any trouble of that kind.

The maid led Darryl to a drawing-room, but he drew a sharp breath the moment he stepped inside, for there laid Madame Pandora seductively on the soft couch. She was wearing a long, white dress made out of The Nine Continent silk, which gave the dress a half-transparent quality, making Madame Pandora even more seductive. Her face was slightly flushed as if she had had some drinks beforehand. Her lazy, relaxed body, coupled with her unique seductive aura, would cause any man to go crazy with lust. It took Darryl ten seconds before he snapped out of his trance. He quickly walked towards her and bowed respectfully. “Greetings, Madame Pandora.”

I’m watching the clock and time is going by so fucking slow. Pandora is sitting on the counter, soaking up all the attention she can get from customers. My cats are a little famous around the shop, and people assume I’m a total crazy cat lady who spent lots of time training them to be so well-behaved. And I’m one hundred percent fine with that rumor. She sits up, growling, and looks at the person who just walked through the door. “You have got to be kidding me,” I say, when I see demon—and witch—hunter, Easton Richards, walk through the door.

“Deal!” Therefore, Dawn sold 85% of Panda’s shares to Scott’s Remembrance Cultural Arts Entertainment for the price of $2,200,000,000. From then on, Panda became a member of Scott’s Remembrance Cultural Arts Entertainment, and its shares were held by Scott’s Remembrance. Besides, Thomas already had a plan. He immediately activated a channel called One-Armed Hero’s Room on Panda’s live broadcasting platform. He also paid for the trending search on Twitter to let the influencers help with promotion.

roared Rex on the phone. When he was done bombarding with expletives, the only faint reply he received from the other end was, "Stupid dog, go watch the 'Panda Channel' live broadcast." What the f*ck is Panda Channel?! 'Panda Channel' was the largest live broadcast application in Taadi that streamed the daily lives of pandas 24/7. Since it was still new, it was not that well known, so not many people knew about it. What was more ironic was that this application was created by Rex's company not long ago.

I gave her a small smile. " I saw Mofe walking out, is all good?" I nod. "She went to the bathroom". "Okay, then, I'll be back soon". I nod and out my airpods on, my phone dinged. I clicked on the album by Joeboy that Tochi shared with me on Spotify. The beat flooded my ears making me a sudden saccharine rush. I felt a sudden relieve something i haven't felt in totality since that night after socials but that was soon gone when from the wall facing me emerged Lola's ghost. Everything around her was a blur, she was the only clear thing in sight. She had let her high bun out in a fro. Do ghosts change their looks?

"Errrr... I have not thought about that. Alright, I will quit guessing now, so tell me. How do you get food?" "Panda Express." Jorah replied with a shrug as though that was the most normal answer to expect from him. "Panda Express???" Abby, on the other hand, repeated Joraj's answer with her intonation rising an octave higher to insinuate a question as she felt the need to reconfirm if she really heard him right or not. "Yes, Panda Express. Haven't you heard of it before??? I thought you should have at least familiar with it. It is some kind of food delivery service that you mortals offer in exchange of some bucks."

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

Catalina "Eden is about to hook you up." Giddy as the day was long, she opened the door to an upscale boutique downtown called Blush. I soon learned why walking amongst the endless racks-- the price tags were something to blush about. "Eden, are you sure this is okay with your parents?" Why would anyone spend this much on clothes? She snorted. "As much as they spend daily, they won't even notice the small dent to their credit card."