Pastel Tales Novels & Stories

Nodding with enthusiasm, I tell Xiu Ying, "Quick, Xiu Ying! Request the presence of a pedant." And so came the birth of a new story named Fifty Shades of the Embroidered Uniform. Of course, it is based off a classic hit from America in the 21st century!

She narrowed her eyes at him before responding,"And isn't it a surprise that Winchester demigod was found drunk in someone's backyard, and got saved by a girl who he tortured sometime ago, and probably is getting one of the worst hangovers ever?!" She gave him a very evil smile. "You are Jezebel, Eve, Delilah, Heriodias, and Lucifer's daughter all in one. Thanks for last night anyways. I must have been a mess." "You know even a name from the Bible?" She asked, in mock pretense. "Who would've thought? You're welcome by the way. I gotta go now." She was up from the bed in a second, and in the bathroom packing her stuff in the next.

She dropped the phone and heard it fall on the shards of broken glass on the floor. The atmosphere was suddenly calm. The world was like it has paused in its track. The moon that shone in the sky was now swallowed by darkness and no stars to prove it. Then the air was becoming cold, blowing on like it had a secret to tell. Thaddeus looked down at the man below. The body made the greenish-gold environment which was once appealing look like a bright red passage to hell as blood flowed from the blood like a river down the street. From distance, crows guffawed.

She wouldn't make the same mistake again. She kept thinking to herself when she was summoned by her father again. She went to see him and couldn't help but notice the chill in the air. There were two guests who she hadn't seen before but looked very familiar to her. She could not help but wonder where she had seen them before. The young boy most especially struck her as dazzling, and she could say that about very few people. He had the most enchanting red eyes that shone almost like rubies with long lashes, especially for a boy. The man seated next to him was obviously the boys father, as he had the same colour of hair but a very dark shade of purple eyes instead, like amethysts. Their golde

I go back to bed, open my notebook and start to write. I write about supernatural creatures, like werewolves, vampires, dragons, and witches. Some days earlier I had a vision or something like that and started to write about this Alpha werewolf who also happens to be a vampire. A hybrid in the mids of war, betrayal, and heartbreak. A story where he finds his mate and a misunderstanding rips her from his side. Wonder what the cards of fate hold in his favor…

A piece of old brown rough paper with symbols engraved on it and I nodded at what I meant by how they would be called. When they finally left the guest souls of the pack, I enchanted protection to the mansion in case someone attacked from Coventry come, I could not ask for help from their witches because they used different things than me and the use of forbidden or black power is also to first sell your soul to hell so I cannot harm them from that. After I was there I went to Darius who was already an idiot looking on the horizon so I was surprised and approached him. He also ignores his parents and since he came here the only thing that has not changed for him is the paleness of his skin e

At that time, the sloth, or the devil personified, was a giant elephant-sized version of a brown and purple sloth lying there sprawled on the floor next to the conference table. - You can deliver some copies to the meeting table. – Tsuki said, upon hearing the requests of some of them, which were delivered, and which started to run aground, due to the high rejections of a culinary magazine, whose artist nobody was interested in knowing. Tsuki had an idea, due to the fact that some time ago, there were delivered and returned a number of culinary specimens among other alternative culinary collections, which he had to return some time ago, so it was piling up around them, piles and more piles o

If he was going to get out of here, he needed to know every inch of this godforsaken place. He didn’t have beautiful memories outside this place. He was always hungry, yet he also couldn’t stomach what they were doing there. They were killing each other because FATHER ordered it. They were like puppets that shouldn’t have their own awareness. When he was alone or with Raja and everyone else was asleep, Tales would sketch maps, though calling them “maps” was generous. They were chaotic, messy doodles of squares and lines, barely resembling the compound. But they made sense to him. And he was proud of them, as if they were the best drawings and deserved a Nobel Prize. He hid them under the sin

As Ace flipped through the pages, the soft crackling of the paper filled the space. Ace's fingers moved skillfully over the pages, his eyes scanning each drawing with a mix of pain and yearning. As he turned the pages, I leaned in closer, mesmerized by his talent, my gaze fixed on his strong fingers gently handling each page. Each one unveiled a new design, a new narrative. On one page, I saw a boy gazing at a river, his face reflecting deep sorrow.

I said, the show was about to begin so we quickly rushed to purchase tickets for the movie When the show started, I began to flashback about my home town, the scenes were based on what had really happen in Transylvania, but the actors and geographical areas, were way nothing like that I got to know many things that I knew not off while I saw tender, I saw my mom's character flow, I barely remembered the few days we had together, it turned out to be that the person responsible for my mother's death was Drex, as he poisoned her, that jerk's going to pay, I saw my character flow also, then I was about 200 years old, Jessy became a little bit confused about some parts, so I explained the actual