Foe Romane & Geschichten

How pathetic? Taurus… You must think you’re hot shit? You think you’re better than me you can’t speak? If it wasn’t for me your ass wouldn’t have shit. You’re just like all these bitches. Capri knew she struck a nerve. All he could do was hurl insults even without her responding. He could not help himself. He went on and on for about an hour. Until finally there was nothing but silence. 🎶 I guesssss I fell in loveeee with a toy soldier!🎶 Capri got in the shower singing this - Keri Hilson song.

Derrick snorted in annoyance, while Foei immediately responded, "Oh, you seem to be very timid!" Foei cast his gaze at Derrick and then flashed a smile with a mocking expression. Derrick shook his head, also smiling mockingly. "If you're scared, why would you want to participate in this important mission?" Foei said. Lory quickly shook her head, "I'm not afraid ... I’m just-" "Huh? Not afraid? Then, why did you just say that?" Derrick cut Lory off, as if he deliberately didn't want to hear Lory speak.

"Lady said, Hands off! So hands fucking off bastard!" Came the roaring deep voice with an Italian accent. Eleanor stared at Leon's back. His muscles were taught as he stood in front of her like a protective shield glaring daggers at Kevin; who was now standing up and rubbing his jaw glaring daggers at Leon. "Who the fuck are you?" Kevin growled angrily, making Eleanor flinch back though she couldn't even see him because of Leon's mighty height. "Stay away from her!" Leon warned in a deadly cold voice as Eleanor stared at his clenched jaw.

The moment they found the person they wanted to spend the rest of their life with. It had been nothing short of perfect. Only that's the last memory I have of my family because, during the night as we slept, the Alpha and Beta of a neighbouring pack attacked. They killed anyone who challenged them, not even stopping to spare women and children. They ripped the entire pack limb from limb, never even giving them the chance to defend themselves.

"What is it?" "It's the Darkforce. The alternate version of the Speedrealm. It has to be," Carol added, her face caught in a mysterious sense of trying to figure out what exactly was going on. "So, these speedsters seem to have attracted this new player who is hunting them down. Hunting you down!" "These speedsters. How many more did you find?" Carter waved at the screen and two familiar images suddenly popped up. Carol's face turned grim the moment she saw the images. The masked faces. Male and female in red and purple, respectively.

I could feel the heat emanating from it as a cloud of steam rose to the surface. "Hi," she said in a small voice, as she came out from behind the tree and came to sit beside me on the boulder. "Were you allowed to come and see me or were you prohibited?" I asked. Faye avoided my eyes as she kicked at a random twig on the ground. "Why would I be prohibited from seeing you?" I shrugged. "Oh, you know, probably because I betrayed not just the Alpha, but the entire pack. I'm surprised I wasn't yet thrown out."

Me and the vamp had only met once, well before this situation, and that was the day the war really began. See, my father and every other elder in my pack believe that the war started whenever vamps and werewolves were made; that we were just naturally opposed being that we are opposites. The vamps are slaves to the sun and us wolves are slaves to the moon. Anyways younger and more intelligent souls, like me, believe that we lived in a sort of mutual hatred before the situation of the vampire queen.

“It wasn’t me! Chloe, she has the same hair, she…” “Cor fucking blimey, Sasha, all these years and you don’t think I would know what my git of a best friend looks like?” Not a single thought is alive and well in that head of mine. I don’t think I’ve ever felt quite as empty. Is this what dread feels like? No fight. No flight. Nothing. Just the instinct to breathe in and out. The creeping feeling of a predator stalking me running up and down my spine. An old, primal feeling, I’m sure. I wonder if cavemen had this problem. I suppose not. I’d imagine they make love to whoever they please. “You can’t tell anyone.”

Plus one vampire observer. The Battle of the Rookeries is about to begin.