Uraume Novels & Stories

I don't want to be accused of being rude. Mrs. Lorenzo observes the bottle and then she turns to her husband and nods. I guess it's the real stuff. It looks like a perfume, guess I'm going to spray the stuff on her. "Are you guys sure that's the real thing?" Dad asks Mrs. Lorenzo, she looks at the old man and he nods. What happened to this man? Did he lose his voice or something? "Okay." Dad gets up and so does mom and I follow. Mrs. Lorenzo gives him the vervain.

She was only scared—scared of Carmella's status and scared of getting in trouble, that was all. Carmella raised her voice. "Ms. Aurelia, did you hear me?" "Oh… I did." Aurelia's heart was lodged in her throat. "Your Majesty, would you like me to re-embroider them?" "That's not necessary. Just restore them." Aurelia picked up the garment to study it closely, but she took quite a while and still could not figure out how it was embroidered. There was a kingfisher on the robe with emerald green feathers. It looked lifelike, but the embroidery technique and craftsmanship of the gold thread used as adornment were things she had never seen.

I just sighed and shook my head at my stupid mate. Ignoring my cretinous mate, I went and sat on the throne. The instant rush of magic washed over me, when it faded with a hum of acceptance an additional weight was draped on my shoulder. A deep yellow fur coat(cape) with the same kind of markings as Amberiose but the only difference being the purple six petal flower with little lines dab smack in the centre of it.

"This urn is from sister Keira, right? Green took the antique urn off the counter, the orchids in the front yard and back garden, that's sister Keira's favorite too, right?" Langit was about to open hos mouth, answer Green's questions. However, Green immediately cut off. "All pink color things that you gave me, I knew they were sister Keira's favorite color. By any chance, have you been seeing me as Keira all this time? I'm Green, brother. Not Keira " Cried Green in front of his face. When her patience ran out, she just blurted out the words in her head. Her breath was ebbing out of emotion.

Lora replied, and Rademos held the door open for her. The cold night air hit them as soon as they came outside. Lora hugged her elbows in a bid to keep her warm, and Rademos noticed that her floral print dress was made of light material. Without any word to her, he shrugged off his jacket and handed it over to Lora, who received it equally wordlessly and put it on.

She needs time,' I tell him, hoping to placate him. 'She's beautiful,' he says, admiring his mate. I'm surprised that she's a white wolf—they're incredibly rare—basically unheard of. Not to mention, typically our wolf's coat reflects our hair and has our same eye color. Unless they're a rogue, then their eyes are red. Like me, my wolf has black fur and green eyes, but Amaris's wolf's white coat isn't the only thing that differs from her human side. While Amaris herself has black hair and dark brown eyes, her wolf has a white coat of fur and bright lilac-colored eyes.

Bright

Very weak, pulsing yellow. "Three moons are stable, yes," Riya said, her voice shaking. "But our Academy sensors are picking up a fourth signal. Very weak. 1%. Just like green was yesterday at 5%. Color... yellow." Zoe jumped to her laptop. "Yellow? Where? Location?" Riya zoomed the map. The map flew from Sydney, across Australia, into the red center. "Desert. Australian desert. Middle of nowhere. Uluru. The big rock."

0f course, he did. I give Julien a weakened smile and we exchange a few sentences of small talk before I thank him for driving ways here. Waving goodbye from the window as he slips into his car again, I pretend not to rush to the unknown contents that hide inside the white-encased box. There are cursive letters in black, engraved into the cardboard material, reading Matériau Féminin. Gnawing on the skin of my lip, all I do is shake mny head at a parallel memory that comes into mind when we spent time together in this very store, replacing the various lingerie of mine that he has ripped.

Mathias came back in with some beers and sausage rolls. Rasmus came back fairly shortly, and I had to resist the urge to jump up and greet him. What is wrong with me? He approached me on the sofa and showed me a tub in his hand. “This contains medical grade silicone. It should help prevent a scar forming whilst helping the wound heal quicker” He explained. “Thank you” I took the tub from him, turning it in my fingers to take a look. Rasmus huffed and I looked up at him.