투시력 Novels & Stories

Soon time flows like water the sun is already setting but Tyson haven't found any direction to south and now he's very hungry not only he but the little guy scorch is also hungry he had been complaining to Tyson crying worse the little guy is still just an infant,he had been just born and he can't starve him so he started hunting but no prey show up he's starting to give up but Tyson is not tired despite walking for a whole day he's not tired scorch said it because of his physical strength he even told him that he can live without eating but because of a habit he feels hungry even tho he's not. "Let go back to that place Tyson I'm hungry" scorch said pathetically but was shushed by Tyson who

“Balance again. Seems that’s our family curse.” He studied her, a trace of warmth hiding behind diplomatic exhaustion. “And how do you plan to tilt it this time?” “By teaching restraint as progress,” she said. Then louder, addressing the hall: “The Pattern has chosen transparency. It mirrors our networks in real‑time but never intervenes. Its function is now oversight, not surveillance, not protection…observation. If we feed it fear, it reflects panic. If we feed it compassion, it stabilizes. We choose what version of ourselves it keeps.”

Lexus stood silently behind him, waiting and watching with a bloody calculated stare. Azrin took a moment to look himself over. He was never one to use the pheromone oils or makeup to accentuate anything as he had never wanted to draw an alpha’s attention, but damn. Some eyeliner and oil over his pink nipples would be quite a sight. He turned, his body facing Lex, but his face was still directed over his shoulder, seeing how he looked from the back.

It was giving a suggestive gesture. Neither of them moved instantly when my shadow crossed the threshold. Julian’s icy blue eyes slid over Vivienne’s shoulder, locking onto my face with a terrifying, absolute calm. There was no panic in his gaze. No guilt. Only that deep, dark fascination, watching to see how I would react. Was he trying to test me cause of yesterday night’s incident. Vivienne pulled back slowly, a low, purring laugh escaping her lips as she smoothed her red blouse. She turned her head toward me, her eyes flashing with a triumphant, malicious satisfaction that cut through the morning light.

Lucian Moretti – POV The adjacent room was soundproofed, equipped with a single speaker that fed audio from my study and a one-way mirror made of polished obsidian. From my side, it was a window. From hers, a dark, impenetrable wall. A perfect metaphor.

That making decisions for someone who'd explicitly asked me to could feel like care rather than control. "This is different," I said one evening after one of these encounters. "Different how?" Eli asked. "Different from my usual control," I said. "In work, I try to control because I'm afraid of chaos. But this... this feels like I'm being trusted to lead. There's a difference." "Exactly," Eli said. "That's the distinction. Control through fear versus leadership through trust." "I like this version better," I said. "I know," Eli said. "That's why I wanted you to discover it."

He says and my heart stops beating. I see black. ... (to be continued)

She was in the mood for some good fun. And here came traffic, she had to halt and wait for the lights to turn green. This wasn't Erica's favorite moments but she still had to wait, obeying traffic rules like the good citizen that she was. She took a glance at her right and there was this young man with a blue car, the roof of his car was open aswell and he was lost staring at beautiful Erica. He winked at her, Erica rolled her eyes in disgust picking her sunglasses and covering her eyes with them, she just couldn't wait for the lights to turn green so she could drive off already.

Everything had gone smoothly the way he’d expected. After dinner he went to the bar and poured himself some wine. He was wondering why can’t his men find the shotgun. They said everything was tidied and place on their right places but one is not there. On her second glass , he already feeling sleepy so he went up to his room. He felt heavy now and so went straight to the bed. While he was lying feeling half conscious, he saw a figure coming in from the door. He can’t quite make who it is . He can’t focus and his sight is blurred. There, as he was about to overcome by unconsciousness, saw the figure pointing the shotgun between his eyes. Then all turn to pitch black.