Novelas y relatos de Ross Geller

Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground? His lips pursed, he fixed me with a cold, hard glare. “Yes, that’s me, grotty Greyson, also known as grimy Greyson, Greyson Smelliot and Smelly Elliot. I tend to go by Greyson or Mr Elliot these days. You can call me Mr Elliot. I assume we went to school together?” “Zoe, Zoe Smithson.”

His cropped brown hair was the color of melted dark chocolate, and looked just the perfect length to weave my fingers through while tasting the bourbon on his tongue. And those eyes. His eyes were a smoky grey, and his gaze cut straight through me with every glance. I shake my head trying to get rid of this mysterious man's face and pay attention to the crowd. Finally, I see Audrey's impossible to miss red hair. "There you are," she says, her back up against Mark's chest. "I was about to send a search party after you." "Sorry," I chuckle. I was only talking to the hottest guy I have ever seen.

Master Joshua said, speaking of his daughter Rachel. "He is twenty-years her senior." William added. "Father was in his forties and your mother was nineteen, what's your point?" Master Gerald rudely remarked. This meant that Master Joshua's first born, Milton is the same age with Williams mother. Master Gerald Gallagher, the third born, born to the first wife. Hideous like the rest, I wouldn't take it away from him. He had a long beard as well that he was very proud of. I'd like to think Master Joshua and his sons kept their beards because it almost covered how hard-featured they were. First of it was that nose, goodness when I say that nose... better believe that it stood long, big and tall

She stood in front of Cassie with her hands around her chest, with a smug smile: 'Yo, isn't this Cassie? Cassie knew Ginger Geller recognized herself, so she didn't hide it from her. She simply took off her sunglasses, revealing a pair of peach blossom eyes: 'Ginger Geller, I didn't provoke you. Can you stop bothering me?' To tell the truth, this woman is really haunted. Ginger Geller raised his glass and waved it, but his delicate face was a sneer: 'After you hooked up with Javen, you hooked up with Juwan again, how can you be like a fox?'

Unpredictability was a big advantage in a fight, especially one where I was so outmatched. I changed the direction of my kick at the very last minute and he howled with pain as my foot moved lower and connected with his knee. Despite the force of that blow, he only staggered. A normal wolf would have collapsed from a broken knee but Gavrael was proving more and more that he wasn’t normal, I still took the little opening I was given even if I didn’t get the reaction I was expecting. I swiped my clawed hands across his chest and this time, I hit his skin. The only problem was, he also healed at lightning fast speed. While my claws were still ripping out his skin, it was already healing itself.

I said, closing my eyes, trying to fight back the vile rising in me. "I remember her pleads. It was when it all started. The alpha had this big tattoo on his back. It was like a mix of flowers and a cross. I had seen that cross before, it had three lines across. I think it belonged to the gargoyle's bloodline. He... He heard me yelling, tell him to stop. She was agonizing. He took one good look at me as he continued and smirked evilly." I said, almost feeling the same fear as I did that day.

Just what are you exactly, Gwen. When she looked at the wizard, he wasn't moving so, Giselle went towards him to find out if he was dead or no. Standing beside his head, Giselle pawed on his cheek harshly and found his heartbeat and breathing absent. The fucker died. Giselle advanced towards the couple and licked the woman's belly before licking at her wounds which healed almost immediately making everyone gasp. They couldn't believe that an omega wolf had the power to heal wounds since it was mostly the Alphas that possessed the power.

Frank suddenly launched a chair with a kick, which slammed Soren in the head and knocked him out. Then, holding back Kat who was eager to start fighting, he remained impassive as he stared at Blackfive. "If you're a friend of the Soranos, have you heard of the name Gus Zeller?" "Gus Zeller?!" Blackfive's murderous glare faded, and he stared at Frank curiously and frowned. "You know him?" "I do." Frank nodded. He had been catching a lot of heat today, and therefore resorted to name dropping Gus, since he did not want more trouble.

His eyes swept the room, taking in the scattered furniture and the thick layer of dust that coated everything. He approached the wardrobe, his anger boiling over. With a swift motion, he yanked the doors open, revealing a figure huddled inside. The pale skin of the omega stood out starkly against the darkness. The sight of the omega’s deep blue eyes, wide with fear, sent a jolt through Gregory. And his wolf growled in recognition. "Mate," it howled as Gregory sank to his knees, overwhelmed by a wave of unexpected emotions.

Her touch was cold, colder than death itself, yet so oddly comforting. “You’re so close now, Giovanni,” she whispered, leaning into me, her breath cool against my neck. “Everything you’ve worked for, everything you’ve suffered for, it’s finally within reach. The young boy's body really did help me. It is a shame that he had lost himself. It is a shame that he fell for my voice. But he came to my benefit. Caleb was his name, wasn't it?”