Quasimodo Novels & Stories

I looked at him with a smile and bit my bottom lip. "You are the one who will be imprisoned here with me, who would be afraid, right?" When I moved closer to him, I looked from his head to the bottom of his stomach. I whistled in my mind when I saw the big hump there. "Eyes up, Quennie," he said with his cold baritone voice. My lips parted when I heard my name from his mouth. His eyes were dark and his jaw was tense. I swallowed and looked away because I was suddenly overcome with fear.

"Sorry, but I'm neither interested in money or women. In fact, I'm quite rich even without your dirty money. "Still, it's not like you have no chance—just tell me who gave you that talisman?" Mr. Creston really thought he had a shot at survival right then. He did not believe that Frank was actually in it and interpreted it as Frank's way of letting him off the hook. In that case, he definitely had to take it! "She calls herself Reverend Quietus—a geomancer whom I met when I first came here, and she left me her number."

Turning back, I noticed Hayden still seated on the car hood, his gaze fixed on me. I rolled my eyes and gestured for him to join me. It took him a moment to rise, but he eventually slipped off his shoes, leaving them beside mine, before making his way toward me. Drawing closer, he wore a mischievous smirk, furrowing my brows in confusion. Upon entering the water, he stooped down, retrieving something and playfully tossing it into my hair. As I felt it move, I instantly recognized it as a sea cockroach. Letting out a scream, I swiftly plucked it from my hair and flung it onto his head. Chuckling, he calmly removed it, meeting my gaze.

The wind was blowing; black clouds billowing about behind me. You can’t move fast if your flesh has been melded to the guy next to you. Muahahaha! I clapped my hands together happily; resisting the urge to do a little jig on the spot. This was all going my way. I shouldn’t have doubted myself. I am Carlotta Danneskiold. The Queen of Aureum Sanguinem. *** Clouds obscured my vision. I didn’t know how to get rid of them without removing the source of my lightning bolts.

I propped up with my elbows as I watched him kneel before me, his face right in front of my center. “Has anyone ever eaten this sweet cunt before, ragazzina? Tell me, has anyone else ever made this pussy wet like I have?” (ragazzina - little girl) I shook my head and whimpered when he pressed his finger down on my clit. He rubbed in a torturous slow manner as he looked up at me. Bending down, he took a long sniff of my center and closed his eyes as if he were savoring it. “I know you taste as good as you smell.”

Weaponized indifference. “And you must be Mr. Moretti?” she squeaked and hated herself for the way it came out—like a cartoon character caught in a wind tunnel of pheromones. “You make me sound so old.” He groaned, dragging a hand down his face like he was trying to erase himself. “Aidan Moretti. And yes, he is me. But call me Aidan. And for the love of all that’s holy, please do something about that window. I need blackout curtains. My brain is staging a mosh pit.”

"From a dead speaker. You laughed." Morat shifted his gaze from the silver dust on the floor to Siron. His expression changed, becoming one of genuine inquiry. "I made no sound, my Dear. My thoughts were on you and on the destruction of this breaker." He stepped closer, the scent of petrichor and something darker enveloping Siron. "It must be an echo from the temple. Sounds trapped in the stone, bouncing through your bloodline. Or," he leaned down, his whisper warm against Siron's earlobe, "there is something there that is mocking us."

Iris's P.O.V. ​"You keep hold of her." ​"I am." ​"A tight hold on her," Lucian clarifies crisply. ​"I said I am," I reply with as much patience my body could muster. ​"I'm serious, Iris. I don't need that monster tearing him apart," Lucian voices from the other side of the door. ​"Okay, first of all, Sassy is not a monster. She is your Moon Goddess reincarnated and more," I snap as I glare at the door which stood between me and the person who deserved my narrowed gaze.

He still had enough sense to know that he was three seconds away destroying that boy's pretty face. She released him immediately and they stood there, splayed on the wall like paintings. Staring at each other from the sides of the hallway. "This is all so sudden," she said, adjusting her shawl. He didn't know her but the fidgeting of her hands felt familiar. "I'm sorry about Marcus—that's his name by the way. No one actually calls him Mars, only Venus but she does that to humor him. He's stupid, difficult and stupid." "Why are you here, Hadriana?" His voice cut through her rambling.

She pushes her back “Wait this is not your blood. What did you do? Who the fuck did you kill?” “I do not answer any mortal. And to bethink a mere mortal like thee could dare to summon me. Oh I see thou hast his mark, the mark of Asmodeus the arch demon. Thou must be something of interest, wench” “Asmodeus? Who are you talking about?” “Thou knowest not thy Master's name? I take back what I hath said about thee being anything of interest. Thou hast no more brain than the stones. Or hast thou?” “I don’t understand any of that.”