Quasimodo Novels & Stories

I felt my shoulder and frowned as the memory of that stinging sensation as it flooded my mind. "What do you remember?" The Alpha demanded to know. "I was running and then I met someone and someone or something stabbed my shoulder. " I gasped remembering it all so clearly now. The Alpha nodded a flicker of anger crossed his face as he turned to the window obviously not wanting to recall it. "A rogue. A strange one we think was a spy of some sort. " He said. "A spy but why?" He turned back to face me and shook his head. He sat on the edge of the bed taking my hands into his.

What do you see? Remoire stopped flying for a while and widens the radius of where he was circling. Soon, he comes back to answer me. ‘It’s what I have been trying to tell you, master. It’s Kirin. Asmodeous’s pet scorpion.’

His Adams apple bobbled up and down as he watched her wash herself, her tiny hands moving temptingly over her body. It was a torture to just enjoy the sight and not be able to do anything. He had vowed himself to wait until their marriage to claim her again, but he didn’t know if he could keep that word. Quisito wanted nothing more than to rush towards her, pick her up against the wall and drive himself into her warmth again and again, and to make her thrash and scream in his hold, even if that might rip open the bandages and make him bleed to death on the shower floor.

"Good evening, Mr. Hemmings. How can we assist you today? The woman who had assisted Magdalena in purchasing her chocolates greeted the elderly man as "Mr. Hemmings." Magdalena, upon hearing the name, turned her gaze toward the old man, intrigued by the familiarity of his surname. The shop's attendant deftly gathered the chocolates Mr. Hemmings ordered, placing them in a box. It was apparent that this visitor was well-acquainted with the shop's offerings. Magdalena couldn't help but wonder about the significance of this name in Boris City.

Right after they left, a dead man staggered into the place. Yes, a dead man! The dead man was Qasim—he had returned. His head was tilted because he dhad ied from a broken neck. The dead man walked in like a living person. He walked toward the west side of the villa as if he were conscious and looked for the zombie spell. He did not find it because Kiran had destroyed everything. He suddenly opened his eyes and flashed a cold smile. He turned around and walked out, heading toward the exploded villa. After the villa exploded, it left a deep, pitch-black pit on the ground. He immediately jumped in.

Liam's fingers rested lightly on Howser's wrist, and with each gentle tap of his index finger— Thump— Thump— Thump— A sound, reminiscent of a heartbeat, echoed continuously. Each tap from Liam's finger produced a dull, resonant noise. "What is he doing?" Ida, unable to understand the situation, turned to Qassim with a look of dissatisfaction and asked, "Master Xera, what exactly is that fraud Liam doing, making such a loud noise?" However, her question went unanswered. Qassim, upon witnessing the scene, stood rooted to the spot, eyes wide and face filled with shock. Each reverberating sound seemed to strike his heart, leaving his mind blank with astonishment.

"You're not alone in this, Aqua. We're family, and we'll get through anything together." Aqua said goodbye to her grandmother and headed to school. As Aqua stepped outside the gate, she saw Damon standing beside his truck, the sunlight casting a golden glow over his dark skin, which gleamed with a healthy sheen. His tall, athletic frame was impossible to miss, exuding both strength and grace. Standing at 6'3", Damon was the epitome of physical perfection, his broad shoulders tapering down to a narrow waist, every muscle sculpted as if by an artist's hand.

They nodded and stayed silent. Later, after he had cleaned up, changed into a fresh suit, and returned to the lounge, he raised his brows. "Alright. Talk." The two men exchanged a look. Then Mason cautiously said: "Sir… please promise not to feel too inferior when you hear this.” "... just say it." "Madam… is Miss Q." "And also… the Miracle Doctor." Diego: ‘… what the?’ ***

All eyes remained fixed on him; Every little movement aroused curiosity and anticipation. One of the prisoners stepped forward, his voice laced with sarcasm: Prisoner: What's your name? Murad replied with deadly calm: Murad the American: Murad. Another chuckled derisively: Prisoner: So, you're the new minister? They all laughed, yet their eyes remained watchful, searching for any sign of weakness or hesitation. Murad stood with calculated confidence; every gesture was deliberate, every glance heavy with silent authority, his cool composure commanding respect and silence.

“No, Nomo... stay with me.” A final burst of data hit the screen. It was a single, low-resolution image sent from Nomo’s tablet in the seconds before it went dark. It showed Nomo standing in the center of the bay, surrounded by white-eyed monsters, and behind them, a large, ornate door marked with the Quispe family crest.