Quasimodo Novels & Stories

Mathew didn't care anyway. "My secret." Philip said with a smile and they both laughed. "Anyway, this is Clara Hamilton, and Clara, this is Philip Cruz." Dr. Mathew said. "Nice to meet you," Clara said shaking hands with Philip. "And you too." Philip replied. "Ella es hermosa ¿no?" Dr. Matthew asked in Spanish because he knew that Clara couldn't understand it. In translation, he was asking Philip, if Clara was beautiful and Philip smiled. "You have a very good sense of humor, Dr. Mathew." Philip replied, determined not to let the old man's question get into his head. He didn't like cheating people so her had to answer in English so as avoid the question.

Massimo pointed out the window, which showed that the four-wheeled vehicle they were riding in would soon enter the gate of a very spacious building. "I can't see very well, Hubby." The twenty-five-year-old woman yawned, but her right hand covered her lips. The man with the Pisces zodiac sign almost laughed when he saw the look on his life partner, who was still visibly sleepy because, in his opinion, this moment was so funny. However, as a good husband, Massimo still held back so his behavior would not hurt Abby. “It is okay. Perhaps in a few minutes, you can see clearly too, Wifey. Are you thirsty? Do you need something?” asked Massimo intently.

It was almost like he couldn’t register my presence like he was all alone in his study. His brows were furrowed together in concentration as he read through the documents and he looked like something the Moon Goddess couldn’t have created better with his long slick black hair that’d put most of the females’ hair to shame, his chiseled jaws, the smoothness of his face and the sharp edges of his cheeks that looked like something that was sharp enough to cut through objects. He looked like a Greek God, specifically Moros, the god of doom. “What are you still doing here?” He finally acknowledged my presence and it was with a tone so bored and degrading that it’d have pierced my heart if I wasn’t

Snorting disdainfully at the audacity of that true immortal, the pressure of his quasi-royal celestial essence surged forth like a tidal wave while the divine chains of law erupted from the void behind him and emitted a resounding clang. Confronted with such an awe-inspiring and terrifying aura, the extraterrestrial true immortal stood stupefied and shrieked in terror. "A q-q-q-quasi-royal celestial!" His body, which had the tenacity of an immortal weapon, was swiftly reduced to pulp by Severin's divine chains of order.

all of them chuckled. It's been seven minutes since then, when all of the sudden, I could hear the sound of a gigantic door opening. But I knew who it was without even having to take a glance—it was Damien, with his troops. "Perhaps you've completely lost your mind, you d*mn lizard," Damien said. The moment I heard his words, my heart beat faster, like a roller coaster. I felt like he was the light to this darkness.

Then he mixed the substance inside and filled the glass with wine, "Go ahead, drink it." Queen stared at him in surprise and asked, "Excuse me?" He chuckled, "Well, it's just something to put you in the mood. It's a little body-friendly aphrodisiac. Trust me, you'll feel very good once you have a taste." The moment he pushed the glass over to her, Queen smiled and said, "Mr. Suarez, I don't need it. I'm always in the mood. How else will I please a capable man like you?"

CASSANDRA POV 1 YEAR LATER. "Why can't you send someone else?" I questioned my boss Mateo holding the phone up my ear. "Because you're the best assassin we have to kill this motherfucker, who has been causing trouble for us," Mateo said. "I don't give a fuck how you kill him, seduce him, shoot him in the dick, do what you have to get him" "Fine, so what's the guy's name, and what does he look like," I asked.

I noticed that Simone's face suddenly looked quite frightened and paler than when I had mentioned Mr Gregor. Before I could ask him, a familiar voice penetrated my ear. “I'm condescending and–” Good thing I didn't have any food in my mouth yet if not I would have choked that very moment, I slowly turned around to see his frame behind me with a wickedly amused smile, except it lacked all the warmth and friendliness that a smile normally carried. “Mr Quin!” I called out almost in panic, “how long have you been behind me?” He buried his hands in one of his pockets.

In fact, I spend more energy containing my power than I do presenting it most days, depending on my audience. The idiot noble with green hair and cat-colored contact lenses, on the other hand, is making every attempt not to feel as ridiculous as he looks. “Now, now. That is not becoming of a servant or a pet,” he’s recovered from the blow and has refreshed interest, given McDougan’s position. Green’s fake yellow eyes fell on the others quickly before returning focus to the girl. His ‘flex’ made every one else previously hopeful for a turn with her step back, leaving it between the McDougan and VonTassel douche bags.

Jordan A perfectly disoriented Quincy is worth trading grands to get in the front view row. His eyes are blown out in complete perplexity. They are electric, a charged mixture of amassed horniness. His silenced fractured gasp added to his pulchritude. “Jordan, the fuck are you up doing?”