Toriel Novelas e Histórias

“Lucien’s father. On paper, he’s Stephen, in our world he’s Carlos. He is my uncle.” The floor dropped out from under me in slow motion. “You’re telling me…” I whispered, “Lucien is your cousin?” Torin nodded once. “Yeah.” My head spun. Dinelli. Mafia royalty. And Torin. The man who had taught me to ride, to fight, to shoot. The man who had kissed me like I was the only shot at heaven he would ever get. The man I’d buried. “How,” I managed, the word a scrape. He sat on the edge of the mattress near my hip, careful of the bandages but close enough I could feel his heat.

“How old is he, Lord Toiba?” “He’s not too old, he’s only two years older than you and after his studies from a faraway land, he will immediately come back to the capital once he is done there. I cannot wait for you to meet him. By the way, Princess, Colum wanted to give you this locket as his first betrothal gift to you.” Lord Toiba handed her a small chest. When she opened it a small locket laid in velvet greets her. It has black opals encrusted on it in a form of a crow, peonies are carved around the crow, and at the back of the locket were her initials, and Colum’s were engraved. It is relatively a simple yet beautiful locket but judging by the quality of it, it sure costs a fortune. Mor

Chief Commander Balthazaar paused in his work when he heard me calling out his name, his eyes turned little wide and remained fixed on my face as I continued “Torri want me to tell you that today she let you get killed the way you let her get killed….” My words were sufficient to making Chief Commander Balthazaar get drench in sweat, his eyes were battling with me with his lips started shaking, his hands started to tremble as he questioned me “Wh… what?” Torri was the ghost who was clinging to back of Chief Commander Balthazaar, she was none other than his fiancé… couple of years back when Kingdom Tranvile was conquered my army of Kingdom Thezmaer, she meet Chief Commander Balthazaar who was

He gave me back my note. For the rest of the class, he didn't distract me. At the end of the class, we parted ways. I had to get a textbook for my next class so I went to my locker. I opened it, took the textbook, and closed it to see someone resting on the locker next to mine. It was Tiana Cooper. If you must know, Tiana Cooper was the biggest bitch at Queens High and also the school's number one whore. Not to be mean but she fucked around. Even Chris had tapped her.

A mist thicker and colder than the outside started to envelope the tortorantula along with her . As the user , Chelsea could of course see through the mist but the tortorantula could not . It let out a shrill shriek that was fierce enough to raise all the hair on her body . The tortorantula started to knock around , shattering pieces of ice , letting out a huge bellow of anger . Chelsea leaped straight up, kicking off from the huge icicles , using it as a springboard, she shot out like a bullet fired from gun, landing right under the tortorantula .

Once I finished my business and headed back to the small room, I slipped my old clothes from my body, wondering if I would ever see them again. The outfit they provided was identical to Camille and Helena's. The t-shirt was a fabric I had never felt before, both soft and strong. The white fabric clung to me, the perfect size in comparison to all my thrift-store clothes. The pants were the same material, lavender in color and impossibly soft. I placed the slippers on my feet, running my toes over the plush fur. I noticed the symbol for Iridian on the back of the hair brush, a slim crescent moon with two stars, deep purple in color. Once my fire kissed hair was smooth down my back, I stepped o

Tyler turned around to see a rather attractive young woman standing there with firey red hair “someone should really teach her a lesson” “Yeah, someone should”, Tyler agreed. “Do you want to be the one to do it?” the young woman asked “cos I can show you how” she stepped closer to him “I can show you how to get rid of all the obstacles in your way so you can have Casey all to yourself. You interested?” Tyler nodded “yes. I’m very interested”, he replied “how do I do it?” “I see you decided to go through with it after all”, a very familiar voice spoke up. Tyler glanced upwards to see his red headed friend standing over the grave.

Dorian is leaning against the brickwork, casually balancing a toothpick between his teeth. Fine. “I’m not,” Troy says. She bends forward and reaches up to her eyes, popping out her dark contact lenses. “I’m not his blood,” she says as she stands up straight. Calian shifts, his eyes widening as he looks over at the guys around him. In her peripheral vision, she sees Dorian instantly straighten from the wall.

“You clean up well, *cara mia*.” Riley’s mouth curves in a bright, fake smile. “You should see her in sweats, Mr. Moretti. It’s a spiritual experience.” Vince’s eyes flick to Riley, assess, dismiss. “Ms…?” “Torres,” Riley says. “Your daughter’s stylist. And emotional support human.” He doesn’t laugh. “Don’t let her drink too much,” he says to Riley, as if Ava isn’t there. “We have donors watching.” “I’ll staple her mouth shut if necessary,” Riley says sweetly.

“It… was given to me by a female maid. I don’t know her name, but I can describe her. Brown hair, almost red. Freckles, big green eyes—” “Tori,” Grimm says. “That’s Tori. She’s…” He stops speaking and looks at Tobias. “What? She’s what?!” Raphael urges. “She’s one of Prince Roseana’s maids.” Tobias takes a step back, completely shocked. A glass vase goes flying into the wall, water splattering everywhere, thrown by Raphael. “Your fucking mate! And I’m not even surprised!” He gets in Tobias’s face and points a finger. “It’s the same shit that happened with our mothers! This is the fucking game you play when you do this multiple-mate shit!”