Quasimodo Novels & Stories

“We’re gonna teach this fucker a lesson.” I lowered the LED a few inches and spotted the disgusting thing crawling up the wall. I could try several paragraphs of description, and you will think I should’ve just said it looked like Gollum and save everybody time. So yeah, that’s what it looked like. “A crawler?” I said mockingly. “You fucking roach are the infamous Skippy?” The dark thing tried to sneak into the door to Quaker Hall basement, but I aimed my LED at the doorway, making it crawl back and up toward the ceiling.

Unbeknownst to him, the mural concealed a one-way window through which Lazarus and Ezra secretly observed. Mordecai's gaze locked onto the mural, his eyes narrowing and his head tilting in deep contemplation. A surge of unease washed over Lazarus and Ezra, causing them to instinctively recoil, as if Mordecai's piercing stare reached into their very souls. It was impossible, of course, as the one-way window should only reveal the mural on the other end.

"Who in the world are you?" Only then did Mister Yates's face betray his utter astonishment. His body, twisted by some secret technique, slowly reverted back to normal, his expression one of sheer disbelief. "To think that someone in this day and age could tap into the spiritual energy of heaven and earth! No way, just no way..." He kept muttering 'no way' over and over until a sudden realization hit him, and he gasped. "Wait, there's one explanation—you're a Quantz, aren't you? You found the Quantz family's legendary jade amulet!"

His underworld name is Quave and he was the most feared and most notorious drug baron ever. After a while, I decided to lay down for a little while, but that's when I noticed Kamille poke her head into the room, while the other part of her body was outside. “Can I come in?" She asked. “No," I teased as I slid down the mattress and used the duvet to cover my head. She made faces at me and ignoring my decline of her services, she snuck her way into the room and helped herself on to the bed. She drew near to me and pulled at my cheeks. “Silly man," She said with a mischievous grin spread across her face.

At least Quist will have many drinks and girls at his beckon. The thought of staring at Zaire's dark face made his mood plummet. He stood up with a languid expression on his face. “At least this young master can use the restroom.” He asserted, and without further ado, he strode toward the stairs and began to ascend them. ‘Let me out. Let me out. Wuu. Wuu.’ The sudden cries of a female, coupled with repeated banging and crashing, drifted into Quist’s ear. Quist's playful expression immediately disappeared and was replaced with a solemn one. His brows furrowed, and he paused in his steps.

Cassio scoffed. “I will compel them. I pray it works because I can only do it once, unlike Ivana who can do it thrice.” Scymodus sighed as he walked towards the couple, who were quite engrossed in their act. “Now listen.” He started, and they stopped to face him, “You didn't see or hear a thing. You’ll leave, and won't say a word.” Scymodus muttered, looking them in the eye as his iris widened. The couple nodded their heads, and walked out like zombies.

He stretch forth his hand to give Chinny a polite handshake, Chinny reciprocated. “ Bonjour” she greeted him. “Black Jack (referring to Chinny), I’d like you to meet a man who’s vital for Armageddon. " This is the Fisheye.” Rachael Roux introduced. “ pleasure to meet you” the Fisheye said with his strangely familiar crispy deep voice. He still had that shadow of the African tongue in his accent. She knew that voice, but she couldn’t quickly pick out the face because of the face cap and spectacles.

That elder was no one else but the being who used to be the strongest being in Holy Land, Quinto with the title of to stun three mountains, to grasp five valleys and to chase tidal away that even spirits are terrified. There were lots of people gathering at Demon Palace and naturally, they would all have faith in Lucas. In their opinion, no one on earth was able to defeat Lucas. Suddenly, Quinto opened both his eyes, and a stern gaze shot out from both his eyes, and innumerable fishes were shocked. "Is Lucas the Demon here?" Quinto said each word slowly. Quinto spoke with a very soft voice and no emotions were made out from his comment. But it was emanating an aura that could send chills dow

I scrambled towards the exit. "Not you half-breed" not me? Wtf. I was going to be alone with this one. He took one step forward and I took two back. He trailed his eyes over my body and I began to feel self conscious. In a flash he was right in front of me with his left hand around my tiny waist. He leaned into my neck and sniffed my skin. He caressed my lower lip with his thumb and leaned in as if to kiss me and I closed my eyes, unconsciously baring my neck to him. A loud growl had me opening my eyes. He was at the other end of the room, his face more animal than man. His claws elongated and his canines extended. He looked as if he was fighting for control. His eyes flashing between pitch

TIMID. Lacking courage or confidence. Noah Black was the definition of timid despite being a fourth year resident of the department of psychiatry. His cute brown eyes had often times avoided making contact with Anna’s hazel ones, especially when she had directed a question at him during their department meetings. The whole Psychiatry department had a total of six residents; five males and one female. Anna had three males assigned to her, Noah being one of them.