Quasimodo Novels & Stories

Perfect even. 6:57 am, alright, now she just needed to run. Her ponytail bounced as she jogged out of the apartment, and her black leather minaudière bounced too as she stumped. 7:07 am, after a long run like she had her sleep paralysis demon behind her, she arrived at his gate, making her way in from the cut-out for individuals. She rang the doorbell and waited for a response. A click came from the inside and the door swung open. Behind it popped Jones Jackson with a towel wrapped around his head, in nothing but a robe—the same one he had on yesterday. Does this man have something for robes, she bet he walked naked around the hide when he was alone. The mental image irked her.

after saying that there a cheer that sounded like thunder claps , it turns out that they jubilate like Thier size. After quieting down , she looks at Gemini and smiles " do you have something to say female" Gemini looks at the two me. Who had very angry faces on and grimace ' calm down guys , it's just sex' " well chief verona, we seek the 2nd monument of the gods" she nods and looks at her pitifully " in that case you have to breed for us and then you must be able to breed with oslof, he is the biggest man here and I tell you I don't envy you, he is the custodian of the blue heart Stone"

Everything was the same, it was actually terrifying. As the scene played out in front of her, she realized she was stuck in yet another nightmare. Only instead of reliving the event she was looking at it through a microscope. She also noticed that Mr. Anderson resembled Azria too much to be coincidental. Azria had to be his son, or closely related to him. The more she stared at Mr. Anderson the more familiar his features became. The tip of his nose, the sharpness of his jaw, the way he creased his eyebrows. Azria was identical to him. Boston Mass. 2000

“But I’m happy to see you here. What’s your name, honey?” She was not what I thought. She was so sweet. “Noelle Dolton.” I smiled once I felt comfortable with her. “Spraggins,” she corrected. “Don’t use that name ever again.” She gave me a warm smile. “Ok, come here. We have a lot of talks.” She led me to the couch. ********** Third Person He stood near the window, gazing at nothing in the dark. His mind wandered around the woman, who was sleeping soundly. He sighed exasperatedly and turned to her, staring at her down. The moonlight shone through the window and cast a glow upon her body.

I said to myself while trying to shake off the thought. “What’s ridiculous?” Quim asked. I startled because there he was again and he caught me talking out loud to myself in his kitchen. “Oh, you know me. I always talk to myself,” I answered in a loud voice trying to cover my embarrassment. “Someone’s in your house?” the lady on the video call asked. “Quim,” I gestured to him that someone’s waiting for him on the video call. He was surprised when he realized that he’s not hung up yet.

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ •⋅ Asmodeus ⋅• ♱ "Asmodeus is a great..." "This time it’s going to work," I said ignoring the voice of that damn demon in my earring as I focused on that crystal, that crystal I was able to form from Quinn’s blood. "You’ve been repeating this since..." "Shut up" growled tearing the earring from my ear and throwing it at the wall.

I said "Of course not. Let me introduce myself, I am Konstantino Hades Marchetti Il Terzo" "Oh my God!" I exclaimed "You are Konstantino!" "Yes I am" "You want Cara to suck you dick!" I exclaimed continuously "No, I don't." "Oh my God!" I couldn't stop screaming "Correct me if I'm wrong, but isn't Violet Clementine McNamara the noisiest of you girls, Why, pray tell, are you being her" He said calmly

Chapter Thirteen The penthouse windows shimmered with the blood-orange glow of sunset, the city beneath reduced to moving shadows. Alex Morano stood before them like a statue carved from storm clouds—motionless, unyielding, and ready to shatter. He had spent years building empires from ruin, but nothing had prepared him for the quiet, lethal betrayal whispering through his bloodline.

She nods, and goes back out the door to grab the ‘burrower’ She holds it carefully, and Mason tries to push the chair away from her with his feet, but it doesn’t budge. “What the hell is that.” He’s sweating, making him look even weaker and more pathetic. She sighs, “You’re really quite thick aren’t you, Mason? This beauty is the method of your death, it’s quite poignant in a way.” She turns it over so he can see all of it. “My QM, designed and built it after learning about what you and Sansom had done to me. It’s a marvel. He calls it the ‘burrower’. You’ll find out why shortly.” She chuckles as he tries desperately to move away from her. She grips his neck, leaning down to him, “Nah, ah, a

Moza’s breath hitched. When she looked up, her gaze met a pair of pitch-black eyes—cold, deep, and radiating absolute control. Rezon Limantara. His face was a mask of indifference, but one of his brows was slightly arched, reflecting a mixture of concern and irritation. "Did you not see that the chair was already broken?" Rezon asked in his low, vibrating baritone. Moza quickly scrambled to her feet, her face flushing a deep crimson. Her heart was still thundering, not just from the near-fall, but from this sudden, overwhelming proximity.