Novel & Cerita Twisted Sprout And Cosmo Fanart

Fingers strapped on an electronic chair. “Light it up.” Siya commands with a sigh to Muzi who has his shirt sleeves rolled up, revealing his tattoos. Muzi was handsome and bulky. He looked intimidating and was resilient and that's why Siya has him as the head of security and also works at the club.

As I lay in bed, I looked at my phone, which had a text message from Eclipse. “I tried calling, but your phone was off. I wanted to let you know that Zydan succeeded. He also beat me in the fight, so I don’t think I will be your second in command for much longer. Also, he has an affinity for wind.” Smiling at the text, I was sure Eclipse hadn’t been too keen on being beaten by a new member. Even if Eclipse had lost the fight, he would remain my second in command. I wasn’t surprised that Zydan would be in the same bracket as Silica and Eclipse. I noticed his potential when I saw him fight during the full moon event.

Lucas said, shaking hands with him as they proceeded to the dining room for their meeting. “The artwork needed for the hotels in Hong Kong has been settled and arranged for shipment….”, He drawled in his words as he witnessed Eleanor stepping down the stairs looking appealingly gorgeous in the White top and blue jeans she wore, her brown Auburn hair packed up in a messy bun “You were saying something, Mrs. Anderson”, he was interrupted from his unprofessional thoughts of Eleanor but was trapped right back in as she passed beside where he sat and kissed Lucas on the cheeks, her morning fresh set of strawberry bath bubbles and heavenly alluring scents keeping him in a dazzle

“So does this make us official?” Alf asked, his voice soft as his thumb traced idle patterns over the back of my hand. I smiled at him, the warmth in his gaze drawing one of my own. “Yes, it does,” I said quietly. The corner of his mouth curved up, a small, genuine smile that made something inside me settle. He leaned in, and our lips met in a kiss that was gentle, patient, almost questioning. I let myself melt into it, allowing the comfort of his presence to wash over me. It was different from the chaos I had been living with, and for once, different felt good.

She knew Circe was still there, somewhere inside—but that didn’t make the emptiness disappear. The forest that lined the road to Blue Moon Pack stretched endlessly, towering evergreens swaying under the cool mountain wind. Lydia’s window was half open, letting in the scent of moss, pine, and something else—faint traces of wolf and Lycan mingled in the air, ancient and pulsing with quiet power.

blanket, their breaths steady in the warm air, their tunics bright and clean, the air soft against their skin, their weapons set aside, the tension of battle replaced by the warmth of family, the sunlight illuminating their faces, the air thick with the scent of pine, honey, and the earthy musk of their closeness, their wolves—Luna, Shade, Ember, Boulder, Spark, and Dawn—lounging at the edge of the glade, their fur ruffled by the breeze, their amber eyes reflecting the sunlight, the glade a haven of love, their soft murmurs and laughter filling the space, the warmth of the forest a mirror to the joy in their hearts, the Frostspire a distant memory, the glade a sanctuary for their celebratio

​Carolina remained deeply disturbed by her discovery in the west wing, but her immediate concern was Justin. Seeking a distraction, she took up a hobby she had long admired: crocheting. ​She sat in a plush armchair in the library, the rhythmic clicking of her needles echoing softly. Beside her, Justin was engrossed in his own world, playing with a set of paints. For a moment, there was peace. However, when Carolina snapped back to reality and looked down, she gasped. Justin had turned himself into a colorful clown, paint smeared from ear to ear.

“Gigi, the way your body changes feels custom-made for this. Scott, keep using your tongue exactly like that, and I might actually pass out when I come.” The group keeps shifting into new combinations, vines and appendages guiding us into fresh, tangled positions that amplify every shared spark. Sweat, nectar, and pollen blend into a slick sheen, turning every movement into liquid friction. Voices overlap in teasing encouragement, ragged cries, and half-delirious laughter. Then the central stalk flares with brilliant light and lowers a new, thicker core into the center of our group. It is smoother than the others, its surface rippling with intricate, glowing veins. The remaining appendages w

I have missed whatever Alpha Arturo has said, my mind too focused on what comes next. Cosmo’s palm encircles the back of my neck as he steps into my space, placing my head near his upper thigh. He’s tall and wider than me, as are most male shifters. I have always been petite for my status, my Alpha tendencies are more inside than my outside. “Close your eyes, princess,” Cosmo says softly, his opposite hand going to my cheek in a tender caress. “This is going to hurt, but I'm here with you–every step of the way.”

I snapped, “if someone didn’t sabotage the parameters like a petty twelve year old, we could actually complete this evaluation like adults!” He turned then. “Oh? And here I thought adults didn’t throw hands in laboratories.” “You provoked me.” “Easily, apparently.” “Why are you trying so hard to sabotage me! You not wanting a woman in your space is your problem, stop trying to prove nothing!” Wind roared again, the chamber pressure hit critical. A harness snapped loose near Adrian, swinging wildly. Before I could think, I grabbed it and yanked him back, securing it around his chest. His face was inches from mine.