Wheatley X Chell Novels & Stories

he asked in confusion. "We are tasting the flavors for the wedding cake" Melanie informed him. "Oh," he mumbled. They don't have any of these in their land. If he didn't eat this much of cakes now, even he would have enjoyed this tradition. "Hey, which one do you like?" Amber asked Thea. "I like chocolate and red velvet," Thea said. Thea then looked at Darius. "What do you think?" She asked him. "I think we should ask Odhan" he is observing everything. He saw how miserable Odhan is. So he decided to tease the guy.

TWO HOURS EARLIER… OUTSIDE ISABELLE’S APARTMENT… . . . “Your dirty tactics won’t work on me, Gentel,” Cher said as she chased her around the walls of the building. Cher pounced on Gentel, tackled her to the floor and held her down. “Get off me,”

She sketched faster, her silver rune flaring on the ice, the frost melting around it, the blue glow casting jagged shadows around her, the marrow god’s tendrils lashing out, the sanctum a crucible for their unity, the chill a distant threat, their bond a radiant light in the cold. Tess moved to shield Lila, her sword drawn, its blade polished, the steel cold in her hand, her blonde braid tight, strands catching the wind, her hazel eyes glowing with determination, her cloak clean and embroidered with silver, its fabric dusted with frost, her stance protective, the wind biting at her skin, her loyalty a steady flame, the marrow god a challenge she met with resolve, the blue glow casting an eer

Charcoal suit immaculate, silver fang pendant glinting at her throat, expression calm as still water. To her right: two pureblood representatives—Darius Welch’s father, Lord Harlan Welch (silver hair, cold blue eyes, voice like cracking ice), and Lady Amara Voss (Elara’s mother, auburn hair pinned tight, crimson lips pressed into a thin line). To her left: two human-rights delegates—Dr. Elena Reyes (mid-40s, sharp brown eyes, former Swarm medic) and Marcus Hale (late 30s, dark suit, quiet but unyielding).

"He's my friend. Plus, I like that Omega, not an audacious Alpha." "He's as good as off hockey currently. If you don't mind another bike race? You beat me, he reclaims his position. You lose, he's out for real. And if you draw… well, he finds a place on the bench. Permanently." I placed the bet. She buried her eyes deep into mine. "Obviously, you want to meet Charlie for real." "Yes. Not with your heart beating so much for me." I closed the space between us, laid my hands on her waist. She trembled. My wolf growled like it was on heat.

I say with so much authority. Soon I heard a crunch on the ground behind me, before I could rush to it, a swish sound went past me and Cheryl collapsed on the ground convulsing. Shit! She's been shot, I kneel by her and pull the arrow stuck in her shoulder blades and blood gushes out. It's made of silver and smells of Wolf's bane. “Noooo! Cheryl, look at me, I won't let you die on me.” Fresh tears pour from my eyes.

The private elevator chimed down the hall. My stomach did a little flip. “Shit—cover it. Now.”Jared didn’t waste a second. He grabbed the velvet cloth and tossed it over the easel just as the studio doors swung open. Chelley walked in, looking flushed and glowing, like she’d just taken down an enemy army, Her hair was a bit messy from the wind, chin high, eyes sparkling with that victorious energy. She looked damn good. The second the doors clicked shut, I crossed the room in a few quick strides.

The werewolf grunted. Katherine met Cheryl back in 9th grade after Cheryl moved to Quebec, Canada from Australia. Katherine was being manhandled by the school's queen bitch, and Cheryl stepped in and punched the whore out. The two girls had been joint at the hips ever since. “Cherry, quit fucking around. You know I've been killer horny lately,” Katherine sighed. “The guy I met last weekend — umm, what's his name again? Barry or maybe Larry, shit I can’t remember his name, but he just didn't do it for me—Maybe I just need to meet the right guy.”

"That is impossible; Darryl can't be the murderer!" Huh? Chester's constant interruption fueled Xenia's anger. 'This person has an evil aura! He's obviously from the Ghost World! What's he doing with Yennie?' Xenia judged Chester in her mind. Then, she turned to Yennie and asked, "Yennie, who is he?" "He—" Yennie bit her lips and looked at Chester coldly. "He is Darryl's eldest sworn brother; he was forced into a soul contract with the King of the Dead—"

Tyler swallowed his mouthful of eggs and added, “Nalia, Chelsea, Tora, Isolde, and Cheyenne pulled off the impossible. Charlie figured out how each of their Guardian powers worked together, and—poof—evil vamp queen disintegrated.” Rheya’s eyes lit up. “That’s incredible! Gods, I wish I could’ve been there just to see her face when she realized she’d lost.” “Same,” Kensavion muttered. “Bet Cheyenne had something memorable to say.” “Oh, she did,” Tyler smirked. “There were at least three F-bombs, one eye-roll, and some kind of dramatic pose I’m pretty sure she practiced beforehand.” Rheya laughed. “Sounds about right. And how is everyone now?”