Underfell Sans X Underfell Frisk Novels & Stories

~Lila~ The smell of rich marinara sauce and baked cheese fills the private dungeon, contrasting with the usual scents of leather and expensive floor polish. I sit on the edge of the leather sofa, lifting a small forkful of lasagna to my mouth. I am wearing Ryder’s oversized black t-shirt, my legs curled up underneath me on the cushions. I probably look small right now, but internally, my mind is spinning with a deep, silent focus that is miles away from this room.

Just something about Alaric seems Icy. "Most be nerve-wracking working for the elite," he suddenly said walking towards an art painting. I paused in the middle watching him closely. He is as tall as his friend, his face more masculine, and his hair shorter, his eyes icy blue, and his hand. I can not forget that handshake it was cold, very cold it can wake one from sleep. "It's not that bad," I finally replied. "You do not have to lie to me," he turned to look at me, sending a shock down my spine even from a distance.

He had humiliated him! Exhaling in and exhaling out, Camilla’s body fell on the bed after being on top of Bastian. She covered her breast as soon as Bastian gave her space. She couldn’t stop laughing. “It was… incredible!” Camilla said, raising her arms. “Do you think so?” Bastian continued. “What? Didn’t you like it?” “Of course I liked it. This time I have to admit that you were savage as if you were celebrating something or getting back at someone.”

Darius, being intelligent, figures out that even if he was to rebel against Lucien, he was still no match for him, so he thought of a way to shift the table to his favor. He got hold of a very rare wolfsbane that when taken in small quantities by a werewolf or even an alpha consecutively over the days would grow weak and sick, Darius found someone who slips a bit into Lucien’s drink everyday and with time Lucien started to feel the effects. Lucien got weak and eventually sick, all types of treatment were being carried out as none got to reveal what he suffers from.

I didn't have a room. "Skylar!" Hearing his voice had my heart racing with fear, I walked down the stairs to meet him in the hallway. There was a door under the stairs, probably to the basement which is where they made me sleep last time. My step-father stood there with the door open. Suddenly he shoved me and I slipped, falling down each step. Rolo barked and growled at him, earning a kick for himself before he too got locked in the basement with me. I swear I heard him lock it with a key. There were three lights down here, they were fairly dim, the floor had been carpeted thankfully, a single mattress lay in one corner of the room no bedframe, a dog bed next to it with the dogs food and wa

After I die, I save Hades' pet. To thank me, he plans to bring me back to life. However, I refuse with a smile. He is stunned for a moment, then asks in confusion, "So many people want to live, so why do you refuse instead?" I give him a bitter smile. "Maybe it's because being alive is a fate worse than death." He doesn't believe it, and his tone turns unfriendly. "Don't think I don't know that your parents are famously known for loving their daughter. They even make the news because of how much they love you." I crouch there without speaking. It's indeed true that they've made the news for loving their daughter, but that is all an act. The truth is, the only one they've ever really lo

" He set the phone face down on the nightstand. "Which either means we have our first real ally or someone who knows about Sixteen is using the name to get us out in the open." I sat up and pulled the sheet around me. "How do we find out which?" "We respond. Ask something only Sixteen would know." He picked the phone back up and typed. Sent it. Put it down again. The response came back in under a minute. Cole read it and went still. He handed me the phone without a word.

The King Star has been one of the greatest achievements of the underworld after the Great Lycan, it was the most terrifying and insanely great thing to ever happen to a person and it came as a blessing or a curse to whoever possessed it. The King Star held great powers, powers that could match up to what the Great Lycan could do, it started as a thought, an imagination after the appearance of the First Great Lycan and after its death and futile efforts to bring forth another Great Lycan, it became a reality. A few of the Underworld rulers broke out to form an allyand experimented on their first male children with the fur and stolen blood they had gotten from the Lycan before its death. This

The rider, a tall man in a black helmet and ripped jeans, slid off the bike and removed his helmet one handedly ,Tousled Messy black hair spilled on his forehead and his sharp cheekbones shaped an annoyingly calm expression. “Yo, big guy, Sorry,” he said casually,not sounding sorry in the slightest. “Didn’t see you … or your tank. “My bad.” He raised both hands, flashing an innocent look. He was young.Maybe her age but his eyes held an older kind of mischief that doesn't belong to just anyhow boys. He dusted off his jacket and shrugged. “And you might wanna watch where you move this big ol’ tank to.” Cain took a step forward, tone dropping. “What did you just say?”

I can sense warning in his voice. "Kj" Ayesha whispered. "Friends with the same feather," Cassandra whispered. "Two piece why?" I boldly replied to Xenoah and met his gaze. "Oh you will never wear that thing," he said while smirking. "Believe me I will, over my drop sexy gorgeous body I will," I said bravely. "Oh no," said by two of my friends at the same time which surprised me. The two looked at each other and shook at the same time.