로코물 Novels & Stories

Bakit may ibang lalaki pang binabanggit itong si Ma’am? “Facundo Pipino, iyon nag petname ko sa alaga ng anak ko.” “Alaga po?” Alaga naman ngyaon. Lalo lang gumugulo nag usapan, kung saan saan na kami nakakarating. Maloloka na talaga ako sa mag inang ito. “Teka lang po, parang nalalayo na po tayo sa usapan. Bakit napunta po tayo sa alaga ni sir samantalang iyong sexuality niya ang pinag uusapan natin?”

] [Dapat itulak ng housing manager ang mga taong ito na nanggugulo @小米粥@性感母鸡] 【RealMe: kick immediately】 [Sexy cockroach : Wag muna sipain] 【？ ？ ？】 [Nandito si Brother Cockroach, bakit hindi mo sipain?] [Sexy cockroach rewards the anchor with love *10] [Sexy cockroach rewards anchor with 10 red roses] [Sexy cockroach gives a loving tip to the anchor *10] [Ano ang gusto niyang gawin? Bakit patuloy siyang nagbibigay ng mga murang gifts na ito?]

or something like that. Then there's The Marking. Not like biting or stuff like that. This one is for the entire pack. Special paint made by witches, from moon dust, sun dust, first snow water, dew drops and white roses. Weird, right? Anyway, this one is mostly like drawing tattoos, but with the feather from a white owl.

The following morning we got more stares as we drove into the parking lot at school. Instead of two bikes we were now three bikes riding together. Leon was part of our pack and he looked different. Belonging to a pack does that to you plus the new clothes he was wearing also made a difference and the fact that he had eaten more in the last twenty-four hours than he had in a week. “Leon, did you finally rob a store to get some new clothes?” Rick called from across the parking lot as we climbed off our bikes.

Lu said calmly a Rocco stared at him with a boring expression. For a moment, Lu believed Rocco was trying to agree until she burst into laugher and dropped the phone back. This time he didn't turn the camera so he could be seeing Lu's face. "You can say that to Zeno," Rocco said "He offered the same price to get her" he walked to the bed and began to caress Alita's red cheek butt "What's so special about her?" He wondered. "What about you get whatever you want then you give her back to me" Lu suggested "I beg you" he added.

What she did not expect was Leo popping his head in like a lost puppy. He kept badgering Capri about having his number and for her to call or text him. After a while and not giving up she finally sent a message. Hey! Without a name or a reason. She has no idea what to say and did not know why Leo was so Adamant about her calling him. His response was almost instantaneous, what he had to say she had no words for.

Rocco has that typical rogue smell of rotten flesh and death. “OH, you will see!!! This is going to be so much fun! HEHEHEHE! I can’t wait!” Rocco claps his hands together like a demented clown… Goddess, he freaks me out at times, but he’s also growing on me like an annoying wart I want to cut off.

"I don't see any reason why a place like this should not exist. Unless... there is more going on here." Rocco tilted his head, his eyes glittering in the dim light. "More? Like how much more?" he asked. "You tell me," I said with a small shrug. Rocco smiled again. He reached for a glass bottle of amber liquid sitting on the table. He poured some into a clean glass, took a slow sip, and set it down with a soft click. Then he picked up another glass, poured some liquor into it, and pushed it across the wooden table toward me.

The room itself was magnanimous. There was a huge stage on the other end of me with the most ostentatious couch. It was long, maroon with gold detailing and gold handles. In front of me, there was a pathway, and on either side of it was a waterfall—that’s right, a waterfall inside—that fell into a pool of water. It smelled like roses, something familiar, and pleasant. As I walked the sound of my steps followed behind me a few seconds later. “Wow,” I said. I got to the other side and saw the falls from the other side. It really was beautiful. I turned to the stage and instantly became mesmerized by the couch. The gold detailing had painted a story of a human transforming into a wolf.