Porco Novels & Stories

The teacher gave an eye roll. Sam faked a horrified look. I faced Tess, who was smiling at me. "Where are you from? You look Mexican." she grinned, show casing pristine, white teeth. "You guessed right! I'm a Mexican Italian." "Mexican Italian? And your surname is snow?" came Sam's mortified question. "it's actually 'Tessa Marietta Arellano Rossi. Most people don't like the name so it was changed to 'snow'." she shrugged.

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

she asked glaring at me but before I could answer movement in the rocks above caught my attention, noticing my look Desert looked at me "What is it?" "Stay here, keep close to Acre" "ACRE" I yell "Yeah alright, calm down bro, I'm right here," Acre says from behind me "Oh sorry, take care of Desert, Ill be right back" "Where are you going?" he asks concerned but I didn't want to alarm anyone so I mind linked him "There's someone up above" "Ok be safe, call if you need me" "PIG," the words said out loud caught my attention, so I turn to Desert with a smile on my face and raised eyebrows

“See something you like, princess?” My gaze narrowed on him. “I see something I’d like to give a nice kick in the junk.” His eyes never left mine. “Marco.” My brow scrunched and Marco stepped forward, picked up his knee, and slammed his foot down hard onto the slug’s crotch. There were sympathetic groans of pain along with the high-pitched cries of possible damaged goods. “That wasn’t what I was talking about.” “That’s all you’re going to get. The closest you’ll get to my junk is down on your knees when you’re swallowing my cock.”

I nuzzled it and cooed at the bright yellow animal with hints of scales on its body. “It’s a hippocampi,” Poseidon spoke loudly behind us, making me jump. Luci gripped me tightly. Clearing his throat, Poseidon stepped away, scratching his head. “Sorry, it’s a hippocampi. Half horse, with a siren tail. It couldn’t be any fish,” he hurried his words. “It had to be strong to be able to push through its hooves because streamlining is near impossible for this animal.” Posideon turned his back and hurried away.

“Mercato Nuove?” Extending a hand to Caitlyn, he helped her into the backseat, then slid in beside her. “Per favore.” He wrapped his arm about her shoulders, then took her hand and raised it to his lips. “We’re going to see a pig,” he answered her previous question with a smug grin. “Why?” she giggled. “Marco, do you know the legend of Il Porcellino?” he asked their driver without taking his eyes off her as the car pulled away from the curb.

And pulling away, both of us looked at Maria who was smiling at me as she cut the umbilical cord that connected my baby and I. “Congratulations, Aurora, you gave birth to a beautiful, healthy little boy…”

Tahr I'm so proud of my mate. In twelve months, we will have a son. Our egg is beautiful and a miracle. For months after Pepper returned I wallowed with mixed feelings. Meagan's loss continued to hurt, but the joy of having Pepper as my mate and the pending birth of our child brought great joy.

“Our pup was drowning. I had to save her. I couldn’t just stand there.” Elijah’s eyes widen, disbelief flickering across his face before he exhales sharply. He pulls back slightly, running a hand through his damp hair. “It wasn’t our pup, Piper,” he snaps, his voice rising before he reins it back in. “It was just a fucking doll! A doll, Piper. Not an actual pup.”

Then a hand went up. “It’s y equals mx plus b.” I turned toward the voice. The guy sitting next to me was Hispanic. Sharp jawline. Curly hair. Blue eyes. Arms like tree trunks. “That’s correct,” Mrs. Payne said. “And your name?” “Marcelo,” he replied. “My name is Marcelo.”