Scp Dr Bright Novels & Stories

Scott answered as a matter of fact. “You know it’s stupid. She will always be here. No where for them to go. Stop being petty. I’d never beg to mark her”. The fruits on Scott’s hands fell to the ground, “Okay, okay, Alpha Walt. Don’t beg to mark her but our Lunas still need to be petted. They’re recovering from a trauma” he picked up the fruits, dusting the sand off them. “Yes, they should. And for those Dark Dragon, I have a way of manipulating them”.

Reid rolled his eyes before turning as he went back to the field. Drake smirked, looking back at Scarlet. "So you are the Luna of Onyx pack I've been hearing about?" Scarlet nodded. "Yeah, thank you for you the ride again. See you later," Scarlet cheerfully waved before wheeling as she went after Reid's retreating back. Drake watched as they disappeared down the hill before driving away, a smirk on his lips. """"""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""""

“How was school dear “His mom asked seating on his bed beside him while the four year old girl ,Sophie jumped on her brother ,Dylan happily . “It was good “Dylan replied ticking Sophie who couldn’t stop laughing. “Nina get him something to eat “His mom ordered the maid and she nods and left the room . “Can you see me clearly right now “His mom asked looking at him intently . “Of course .My sight is getting better .You are wearing a blue top and .....” “It purple “Sophie quickly corrected before his mom can . “Oh my bad !,Well you can’t blame me!i can’t see it clearly “Dylan chuckled tho he is pained . Sophie hugged him .”oh my poor brother !You are going to see clearly very soon okay ?” “I k

Lexie's POV: The warmth from the drink surged faster than I expected, like liquid fire wrapping around my nerves. My limbs felt sluggish, and Damien’s hand slipped farther along my back, his body edging in too close, the smirk on his face tightening. “Damien… stop! Stop right now!” I whispered, trying to pull away. My voice sounded far away, and muffled. He leaned in, his lips far too close to my face. “Oh, come on! An omega like you is getting the attention of not one but TWO powerful Alphas, Don’t act like you are not enjoying this…”

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

She thought to herself. Hearing the footsteps coming close to her, her head tilted upwards to see him standing infront of her with some surgical gloves on. Lucifer grabbed a chair from behind the desk and sat infront her. Looking through his supplies he took out a pair of tweezers. His orbs settled on her and she gulped. “Stay still and if it hurts just tap my thigh, okay?” She nodded weakly. His eyes captivated her. They were a beautiful color. A color that brought happiness. A color that could keep you safe from the monsters.

My pack and this continent almost perished when Xena ran away, but this can’t real. “Who is Draco?” I ask when they all nod. Those witches said something about listening to Draco. Their eyes widen at that. This can’t be good. “He is the ruthless leader of the deep. He will be undefeated, and this universe will be doomed if he gets hold of the quadpod powers.” All I hear in that sentence is that Xena is in grave danger. What the fuck was I thinking rejecting her? “How do we defeat him?”

“Susan, fetch me the wireless radio enhancer, please," Helen said. "Sure thing." A beautiful woman of about twenty-two grabbed her backpack and took out some equipment before jumping off the top of the truck. Her name was Susan Heart, the youngest among the women, but the most tech-savvy one with excellent hacking skills. Susan quickly set up the wireless enhancer and adjusted the frequency. "Done. Try contacting him. You should get a response." "Okay.” Padraig picked up his communicator. "Sir Draco, Sir Draco. This is Padraig. Do you read me?"

Just answers. The club was a low-end spot called Velvet Sin—neon lights still flickering even in daylight, bass thumping faintly through the walls. Back entrance, like Dre said. We slipped in through the service door. The bouncer knew Dre’s face—nodded once, let us pass. Money talks. Then Dre turned around, giving me the signal I needed. Up the stairs to the VIP booths. Room 7. The door was cracked open, moans spilling out—loud and shameless. I pushed it wide.

With trembling hands, he took off his suit jacket and wrapped it tightly around her disheveled form. He grabbed a water bottle from the trunk, soaked a towel, and clumsily began wiping her burning forehead. Just then, a dozen blinding headlights tore through the night. Cars screeched to a halt, surrounding Gavin's vehicle. Dorian leaped from the lead car, a submachine gun in his hands, flanked by dozens of armed members of the Irish mob. A sea of red laser dots painted Gavin’s chest and head. "Let her go!" Dorian's eyes were red, his voice radiating pure killing intent.