Slaanesh Novels & Stories

Seun pointed at Aishat who was sitting across from them reading the comments and fighting for her friend. "She dey para." Daniel joked and Aishat chuckled softly "Everywhere don scatter! Seee." Mustapha showed them a post Faith just made. James came back to look. He's definitely my man, she's just his side piece. She posted a picture of James sitting shirtless at the edge of a bed and Faith sitting on his lap snapping them both in front of the mirror. On the second post was her screenshot of their text messages. My man Happy Birthday Jamezie, you need to come through for your proper birthday gift😉

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

Aarhan replied eyeing Shayari who kept looking at her feet Tears gathered in the corner of her eyes but she did not let them fall. " Yes you do not, but we do so there is no need to ruin our mood. " Azlan said sternly " See who is talking, The great Azlan Sheerazi, like I will get scared and stop telling the truth." Aarhan taunted "Shut your mouth Aarhan for fucks sake or you want me to punch you on your face," Zarun hissed in anger

She stuttered, Shehan smiled, he never thought that the man, he was dying to have an interview with was here, right at his mother's house. "Welcome sir Lauren Daniel, my name is Shehan, nice to meet you." Shehan stretched his hand to Lauren but Lauren didn't take his hand, he was just staring at his face. His mind wanders, he is having a mental fight with himself, he just can't imagine, the boy in front of him, whom his mother had called handsome.

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.

I asked with another threatening yell, and she was visibly shaken. “I’m Layla..Layla, Layla Luther,” she stuttered and I frowned. What was the moon goddess trying to do? No way a Lutheran could be my mate.

“Can you get over here? Now?” Jo hadn’t been paying any attention to her IAC visuals until his voice demanded she did so. Through his eyes, she could see a dark chamber that appeared to be deep in the cave. Dozens of people were chained to the walls, most of them by just one arm, their bodies slumped on the floor. Some of them appeared to be dead already; others might still be drawing shallow breaths. As Leo’s eyes traced over the scene, she realized what she was looking at. “Reserve de sange,” she said aloud.

He said to the alpha. Kieran looked amused. “It’s alright alpha Austin but I would like to take my mate with me, what do you say little mate.” He asked Sandy and she nodded eagerly. Shannon was so happy that she found her mate, she was now going to be the Luna of the Silver Cres Pack and she couldn’t be happier. They were a strong pack and Sandy was going to be happy there.

Then Luan remove her cloak and remove the concealing spell "I am the Moon Priestess" she said "I was with you in heaven my Dear Sariehasen you watch the humans and all being" she added The crowd bow down as she orbs of light surrounds her "Please sit down" she said "Luan, we understand but if they dont know and see them how can they prevent all the killings? But as for Lynx he can see them and touch them" Sariel said

She wouldn’t let it. She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself. “You’re tense,” the Lycan said, his voice smooth, deep, and teasing. “I don’t enjoy being watched by an entire room,” she replied coolly, her gaze skimming the crowd. All eyes were on them. He smiled. “Then I suppose I should introduce myself, give them something to talk about. I’m Knox. Knox Green, Alpha of the Southern Lycan Pack.” “Lydia. Heiress of the Moonglade Pack,” she replied, matching his tone.