Scheming Novels & Stories

That couldn't go unpunished—he refused to accept that the witch would get away with it. Then there was the issue with Libia. Every time she spoke, it was like a child’s cartoon merging with a trashy reality show. Her brain didn’t seem to work right, which gave him headaches. So, his seduction-manipulation plan had to move forward quickly, or he might end up throwing himself from the top floor of his company.

I know that they will try to kill me as early as possible, and I need to avoid that. I keep on looking on the map, making sure where they are. I saw hecarim was on the bush near me and I can say that they are planning to gank me. Hecarim is a strong early game duelist. When playing against weak enemies, invade their jungle and try to fight them early on and force them out of their jungle, Hecarim summons spectral riders and charges forward, dealing magic damage in a line. Hecarim creates a shockwave when he finishes his charge, causing nearby enemies to flee in terror.

I outburst in frustration. Damien chuckled. "She'll be fine; she's just afraid. She's awake, Sage, maybe not mentally but physically. She needs assurance that she's safe before she can heal completely and wake." My brows furrowed in confusion. "She's an Afsrid wolf." I didn't say a word yet, but I digested what he had just said.

She chuckled, “I know what you must be thinking; I’ve been such a fool!” I clenched my teeth, fighting through the pain. The silver in the dagger was already working its poison, spreading through my veins, and weakening me. But I refused to fall. “You’re a monster.” I spat, “So you raided her grave.” “Nm, no. I prefer the word…active schemer.” She flicked her wrist, and the dagger flew back into her hand, slick with my blood. “And now… the high sorcereress will finally get what she wants—higher power for all sorcerers. Starting with you.”

Realizing that her plan had failed and, feeling my rage, the she-wolf no longer attempted to pressure and retreated, but for how long? I need to find out from Martha: there must be ways to block this preoccupied female, some kind of tincture or Martha, perhaps she herself will block her flow of consciousness for me. Realizing what I want, the wolf whined, sending me mental pictures of how she regrets and repents, but I no longer believed her. For my throwing and nervous pacing around the room, I did not notice how Maxim entered and was watching me. Accidentally glancing at the door, she met his gaze, shrugged her shoulders nervously, and turned away.

Scott's eyes widened in shock as he started to move uncomfortably on his seat, hoping that his white beta does not disgrace his pack. Sodom who had been watching what was happening from behind the stage, did not like what was going on. He had wanted the white wolf to win so that there would be no need for him to hide anymore. He planned to try to convince the rest of the brown wolves to work on his side by using the death of their beta as an example. He searched his heads for thoughts to turn the battle around, or atleast give the white wolf a chance to regain his balance. A thought came to his mind immediately - he was going to mind link Sam in order to distract him - he sighed in excitemen

*Where the fuck is she? He gets up but falls back and rub his eyes... he's suddenly feeling dizzy and having blurry vision. *Bloody hell.. what is happening!* His eyes falls on the champagne... he bangs the table. *It's fucking spiked!* He tries to get up but falls again. *Shit!* The door snaps open... Andre saw a shadow on the floor, he raised his head and saw a figure. A female figure... standing by the door in nothing but a red lingerie. He squirts his eyes and take a closer look... he rubs his eyes to help his blurry vision.

"It's a top-tier international firm. The offer said that the company values human care and organizes two outings each month. You can go wherever you want." Her pitch was so vivid that Jessica and Ruby Richards were eating it up. Amber spun toward me, lounging on her bed with a smirk. "Sabine, what do you think? Pretty sweet deal, right?" In my past life, I'd pored over that offer letter like a detective. The company was based in a lawless corner of Stormisfen, crawling with crime. Even millionaires with armed escorts weren't safe. I'd pulled up gruesome stories of kidnappings and worse to dissuade her, but she was a mess academically.

His Adam apple bobbed up and down as he spoke muttering shit, shit, shit. "I can see you're lost of words. You can bring out the paperwork you've written your facade in it since you haven't memorized it. When am ready to forgive you about the past I'll let you know. And I almost forgot." She smiled sarcastically at him. "This should be the last time you seek for my attention. My future husband to be will not quite like that." A small gasp escaped Jamila and Aisha's mouth as they registered what she said and she almost jumped excitedly at the thought of Mu'allim. Keyword: almost. Really? What's happening to her?!

"Another soul added to my capsule." As he approached the tiny normal, it slowly turned it's head towards him and stared at him with it's eyes wide open. He was startled. "Can it see me?" He just stood there for a couple of minutes observing the normal that was slumped on the ground. It was still sitting there, eyes wide open. He saw it move it's eyes towards Schnek, who was slowly trudging it's way towards us. He couldn't believe it. No normal could see them, for they are wrapped with incantations from their best wizards.