Touhou Project Flandre Mga Nobela at Kwento

' My lips protruded as I hear Cool scold me for playing with the count. I scowled at him before asking the count to get up. "Where does your loyalty lies?" I asked Blaze directly with a cold voice. The count raised his face to face my scrutinizing eyes. "I, Count Blaze Fantilaga, vows down my honor, and loyalty towards the Princess of Flamis." He said seriously. I remained quiet for a while. The whole upper prison became eerily quiet that only Sassy's small gasps as Hailec tries to help her with her injuries were the only thing that can be heard.

Maahir placed the documents in front of Rudra, and he signed them while Tanvi is gazing at him, "How can he be this perfect? He's simply flawless." Rudra approached her and she stood up with a gulp, his towering height made her lift her head to look in the eye, "Congratulations on this project, Ms. Tanvi." He shook his hands with her. Tanvi froze with his touch, "It's warm. His hands were smooth. His fragrance is captivating my mind." She felt heat rush up to her cheeks. "Thank you, Mr. Chauhan." Rudra's body became stiff with her closeness, he sniffed her unique cologne, "her touch was too soft." His lips curved upwards. "Looking forward to working with you." He said and left.

The flaming pillar was just meters away from her. Amaya, Dagen, Rina, and Remus all picked up a dagger and cut their palms. Their dragon blood dripped into the lava as they shifted and followed Eros to the sky. “I’ll be right down.” Thorn kissed Leila’s forehead. Then, he did exactly the same as the others. His beastly muscles and rocky scales burst out of his leather clothes, which ripped apart and fell to the ground. A wind was forming underneath his strong wings. He soared straight up into the clouds with an unwavering determination.

He snapped at her. Lauren raised her brows dramatically. “You cared about the people? Oh well! Why not reveal another truth to them as well. You are taking me very lightly, Francesco. Well if I won’t get Klaus then this heir of yours in my womb shouldn't be here also, right!” She tried to threaten him with the child, and as expected it ticked him. Francesco grabbed her jaws and growled on her face, “I will kill you before you open your mouth, girl. Think before…..”

Lyra didn’t need to look at him to feel the weight of his expectations pressing against her. She lunged. Her opponent, a broad-shouldered warrior named Garron, met her strike with a grunt, blocking her blade with his own. The clash rang through the clearing, echoing off the surrounding trees. Lyra pivoted, sweeping low, forcing Garron to stumble back. She pressed forward, relentless, her movements fluid and precise.

She could still them for a bit if she needed to, but it was clear to her what Slate had in mind. As they ran toward the window, both of the men shifted into nearly identical dragons, Flint’s slightly smaller than Slate’s. The younger brother broke through the window, darting out into the sky while Slate paused a moment, waiting for Nya. With no hesitation, she mounted him, running up his tail and wrapping her legs around his neck. His great wings began to pump as he followed his brother through the shards of colored glass and out into the sky.

She tossed her bag onto the couch. With a gentle motion, Flora's hand moved to the zipper of her dress, slowly undoing it as she approached Andre. Andre licked his lips, understanding Flora's intentions. He couldn't resist a playful tease. "So, you're telling me you want my phallus on this hot afternoon?" he said, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Just shut your mouth and bury your daddy inside of me" Flora whispered softly. Andre gently embraced Flora, their breaths intertwining as he placed tender kisses along her neck.

A whisper in my bones From the far end of the club, a figure stepped into the light. Tall. Handsome and Smiling. Beautiful in the way vipers are beautiful. I gasped. “No,” I breathed. “It can’t be.” He moved toward me slowly, like a man walking toward fate. “I finally found you,” he said. Arlo growled behind me. Low. Deadly. “Who the fuck are you?” he snarled. Tobren’s gaze flicked over him, amused. “Tobren Vale. Not who. What. I’m her mate.”

He said. “Hmm…” I hummed as I blushed listening to him. “At that moment I was hit with inspiration and wrote a song about you. It needs more work to reach perfection but do you wanna hear it?” he asked me. “Okay,” I said excitedly. “What’s the title?” I asked him. “It’s called, ‘You are my FLAME’.” He answered with a smile watching me getting all excited. “What does that mean?” “Well, FLAME is an acronym. Each word denotes something.” Grabbing my hand and spreading my fingers with his.

I called out. Dalila stepped in, holding a bunch of fresh white lilies. “Alpha asked me to put these in your room, Luna.” I rolled my eyes. “Of course he did. He loves ordering people around.” Dalila only smiled softly as she arranged the flowers in a vase. “They smell lovely, don’t they? Lilies symbolise serenity in the Sapphire Water Pack.” I didn’t answer. My mind was still spinning with what Caspian said earlier—about Beta Rohan, and about the ‘questions’ I could ask him tonight.