Terry X Korvo Novels & Stories

“And just let me know tomorrow.” ~KAHLAN AND THE CASTLES~ I walked into the hotel room, eager to see Terry, who was unpacking his suitcase. He stood shirtless and in jeans, showing off a well kept body. His dark shaggy hair was wet, and I could tell he had just finished cleaning himself up. “Terry Berry!” I yelled with a squeak in my voice. He quickly turned around. “Kay Jewelers!” he shouted back as he let me run into his arms. “Look at you. You look amazing!”

He had a robe on with a pair of shorts, and I wondered why Terry was not even dressed for the party. “Terry,” I simply said. He was acting as though we didn’t have something important and deep to talk about, namely, his suddenly change towards Carmen Vega, so much so that he invited her to his party. “You don’t seem ready for your party, or did it get cancelled and we weren’t informed?” I asked him sarcastically. “Oh no, it didn’t,” Terry answered lightly. “This is just my costume,” he added. “Hi, Terry,” Carmen said when he eventually looked at her.

Terry clicked his tongue and said, "I also changed clothes." He said as he went into the dressing room and changed into a fresh set of short-sleeved shorts. Jessica rarely saw him dressed like this. Terry was usually very serious, but now, with this outfit, even his eyes became charming. When the two of them went out, they happened to run into Hannah, who had just finished playing table tennis and was taking a break. Hannah saw that it was only the two of them, without Kelvin, and couldn't help but ask, "Where is Kel?"

Terry whispered against my neck as he planted a trail of kisses down it. " You should have, it was so good I thought I might die." I purred back as I pressed his body against mine until I could feel his member pressed up against my leg. Terry grins as he stands on his toes to kiss me. He gives me a rough hungry kiss that leaves me breathless as he grinds his member against my leg. I moaned against his lips as my hand moved to the back of his head and I ran my hand through his hair, kissing him back deeper and rougher.

"What?" "Jo, I'm letting you in on a secret between us girls." The grin. "Terry here is actually-" "He's gay!" Effie, Lily, and I laugh at Jordan's outburst answer. "No," Thea chuckled. "Terry is a woman." That news struck Jordan hard as she slowly glanced at Terry, who stood there like the bodyguard she was, hands behind her back. "No way," Jordan mumbled and rose out from hiding. She studies Terry, then walks towards her holding the towel around her.

My physical frame remains completely motionless on the concrete. "My beast harbors zero predatory intent, and my price will not deplete your pack resources," Terry states with absolute sincerity. My mind wavers for a brief three seconds. My eyes track his subtext; he truly lacks the scent of an active predator. My hand reaches out, yanking the door latch open to mount the rear passenger seat. Terry shifts the gears. "Specify the coordinates of your den." "The Golden Bay sector," I answer short. Terry honors the boundaries, avoiding any further mention of his dead brother's ghost; instead, his voice initiates a basic self-introduction. "My pack name is Terry Holmes. Your tongue can simply cal

Tory explain as they walk towards the guys. "Humphrey" Tory screamed out his name has they got closer to him. Humphrey was a tall handsome young man of 20 years, he had a nice caramel skin tone with pointed nose. "Tory????" Humphrey got up surprised, happy and excited to see her again. "What are you doing here??? Miss you" He asked as he grabbed her to give her a tight hug. "I school her dummy" she replies laughing still hugging him. "And who is this pretty angel with you" he asked turning to Grace standing beside Tory.

"Now let me take a good look at you. I haven't seen you for years." With intense scrutiny, Terry did some serious buffing up and he looked bad ass with his leather jacket, tight white v-neck shirt, ripped jeans and black unlaced steel-toed boots. His hair was spiked up now, instead of tousled. He was taller than he was before; around six-foot-two, his once pale skin was now tanned and what threw me off were his eyes. They had this spine-chilling glint into them. His whole demeanor screamed "dangerous" and the only thing I could say was this; The Terry that I once knew, the one I considered my brother, had changed very drastically.

Terry chided inwardly. He tried to ignore the pain that was screaming at him and said, “I didn’t expect you to come here, Mr. Kayson. I’m so sorry for the trouble. “I’m Terry Wagner, the Ether Hall’s chief.” Kayson threw him a sidelong glance but did not say anything in return. Terry felt insulted, but he dared not lash out at Kayson since the latter had killed a peak-stage grandmaster. “I’m sure there is a misunderstanding, Mr. Yarde. This isn’t a good place to talk, so why don’t we go inside first?”

"You know what? Fck you! Go to hell, Kreed!" "Emery—" "I've been holding myself back, man. But if you touch my wife right at this moment, I'm gonna land a punch on your face. Try me." Terrence's cold voice made me still. I looked at him and saw him looking at Kreed with darkened blue eyes. They're the same height and body build. Even their hair is the same. And judging their expressions, they'll really fight right here and now. I grabbed Terrence's wrist and pulled him so we could leave immediately but Kreed was so stupid.