"We have to find Verosika." Corey said aloud. He noticed the missing Yonko. It had been aiming for both Yumiko and Pamela, where could it have gone? It was huge in size. Unable to hide unless it turned invisible. "Yumiko, lead us to where you dropped the sack.""Do I have to get off your shoulders?" She inquired, wiggling her lower half around. "Please don't do that." Pamela begged. The woman was wearing only thing black panties and a bra. Aside that, her fur was the only other thing covering her body. And it didn't cover all parts, only certain areas. Corey felt the scratch of the lace against his naked neck. "You don't have to get off, just lead the way. Give me directions.""Okay, go straight."He couldn't nod due to the clamp of her thighs around his neck, so he walked. Yumiko was steady on Corey's shoulders, allowing him to run. It seemed like his increase in pace didn't affect her in the slightest. She only ate her bananas, and tried to remember the building she had dropped t
Yumiko poked Verosika's unconscious body for the sixteenth time, Corey should know. He's been counting each time she did it. NewAge shouldn't have said she was dumb, she was way past saving. "What am I supposed to do again?" She asked Corey, pouting at his frown. He rubbed his eyebrows, trying to regain the empty patience he had."You're supposed to heal her.""I've never heard of a beast kin that heals though." Eleanora stated. "how did you know about this again?""I read about it somewhere.""Oh, heal her." She responded. She'd said the same thing sixteen times now. If she liked Verosika again, Corey would lose his mind. He knew he could simy think of something that could help cure her, but he wanted to see what the beast kin can do. And how she heals people. "I'll give you all the bananas you can ask for. Just do it."Yumiko poked Verosika again, and every one groaned. The beast kin giggled, leaning close to Verosika's arm. She clamped her teeth onto the flesh, and the demon shot
"Corey, do you have any siblings?" Pamela had been looking at him for a while now, without saying a single word. He thought he might have been off the hook but from the firm look on the faces of each woman, they were not going to let him go without getting some information about him. "No, I'm an only child. Why do you ask?""Okay, this might sound crazy, but I think I've heard that name from somewhere. Maybe I'm misplacing it for Baldwin. I don't know, but we lived in a small town. I knew a Feldman girl in college. She lived in my dorm."Not sure what make of that information, Corey whisked his gaze down to Yumiko, who pouted at her stuffed toy. Using her claw to poke it. "It won't move, Corey." She turned to him with tears filling her eyes."It's a stuffed toy, dear, it's not alive."She poked it again, and Verosika scratched the back of her head knowing exactly what Yumiko was about to say before she said it. "But it won't move." The demon grunted out a frustrated noise. How can
Dinner ended with short conversations being passed around. Soon everyone retired to another part of the submarine, where Pamela had the idea for them to something fun. "I was too busy back at home to actually have a life. So, ladies, who wants to get drunk and sleep hear. We can watch the sea life and talk until the alcohol kicks in and we're passing out.""I don't think I can get drunk." Eleanora admitted. "YES! I'm up for some fun, and girl bonding!" Verosika hollered, jumping onto the couch. "I'm a dude." Corey reminded them. "Girl bonding does not include me." He moved to get up, but Yumiko was a step ahead of him. She rolled off a cartwheel, tossing her body high into the air and when she landed…WARNING: INCOMING LANDING, DANGER TO THE SHOULDERS.Corey could have moved but he didn't. He stayed in that position. Allowing Yumiko to land on his shoulders, her legs clamped to his neck and butt hit his spine before she fixed herself. Sitting in a much better way. The women waited
"Do we have this clear?" Verosika asked. She'd put on the cloak that came in the box, and had a large book laying on her thighs. "Yep!" "Tell me your names."Yumiko went first. "DAISY! I'm the youngest. I am called a bimbo sometimes. I don't know what bimbo means but it sounds funny to say.""It can't be a coincidence that she chose that character, over the others. I just won't believe it." Pamela says to Verosika, who just laughs. Yumiko seems happy with her choice. Placing her character on top of the cards like the others. The house of the game was set on the floor. The black and red cardboard reminded Corey of a monopoly game. "I'm spider. The broody bad boy." Eleanora says, she chuckles. Spider's backstory was so stupid to her. "I'm Lilith. The closet vampire.""And I am Kenneth. The saint. How did I end up with his character?" Corey glared at Kenneth. He was the most boring character Corey had ever seen. He was a simple billionaire kid, who avoided getting in trouble even tho
Pamela downed the contents in the glass in just one gulp. Her head immediately craned with small pain before it dispersed and she felt a wave of relief, washing over her body. "Let get back to the game!" Yumiko raised her hands and voice. She had no clue what the game was able but it seemed fun to pick up cards and see something happen. Corey nodded in support. Though he kept one keen eye on Pamela. If she started twitching, he was shutting the entire game down. Verosika turned the page backwards, searching for the narrative that had partytown as its subtitle. She was sure she had seen it somewhere. "Aha! Got it." She cleared her throat for effect, a whale like sound came from one of the fishes outside. Soon the beautiful view was covered, and darkness cascaded over the entire room. Candles automatically came on, and Pamela gripped her pants. While she did feel slightly more relaxed, the fear was still somewhere in her body. "Lilith and spider found a spot in the living room to d
"Spider is going to stay put, and drink some more. I'm starting to think my character will die first." Eleanora said in a joking voice, this made the tension loosen and Pamela found it in her to laugh. "What about daisy? The music, she's bound to die first." Pamela noted. Pointing at Yumiko's character who was taking a shower. Outside the door of the bathroom, she couldn't see anything. And when the fnger had beckoned for spider, only Eleanora saw the finger. Well, her and Corey. His eyes were showing him everything as his mind raced to find the solution to winning. He broke down what he'd heard from the story. The little devil liked music, the grandmother said her bedroom was a safe spot for the kids and that they shouldn't leave it. But he needed more context. "What about daisy?" Yumiko inquired. The women calmed their laughs. Realizing Yumiko was once again clueless, but they gave her credit for remembering the name of her character. "Don't worry about it. Let's continue. Core
Corey rolled his dice, aching to know what happens. Pamela was the opposite of him, she was dreading the thought of finding out. Her character was the dumbest anyone could have chosen. "Kenneth is going to run to the grandmother's room with spider. Thank fuck!"Corey knew if he was in that situation and he was challenged, he would be making the dumb decision. It was his greatest flaw, not knowing when to refuse a challenge. Some just weren't meant to be accepted. To hell of Corey ever accepted that. "Since we've gotten this far, all of you need to roll and select a small bottle out of the drinks. Take sips every time your roll."They nodded. Corey rolled again, landing on a one. He chose the small bottle with a black liquid in it. It had the number on the dice. Pamela and Eleanora rolled as well, picking their drinks. Almost like fate, Pamela had gotten the blue drink Verosika poured for her earlier on."Let's go on.Kenneth doesn't wait for anything to happen, he bolts out of the
Corey woke the next morning to the loud banging of something metallic. He could almost feel the danger before it arrived. He could sense the trap before he woke up, and NewAge provided him with no warning. That was the worst of it all. His stomach clenched, buckled with the tight feeling of despair slipping through the cracks of his chest. Something was here. An enemy that had put his system on hold. How was that possible? Corey shoved himself out of bed. Rushing towards the door of the bedroom, his fingers barely grazed the doorknob before it flew open. Scratching his nose as he ducked out of the way. Corey blinked, staring heavily at the figure that stood before him. Just yesterday, he'd been playing videogames. How did things roll from zero to one hundred? A dark figure pushed out from the door way. "We haven't been acquainted, Mr Feldman. But you're about to find out this is just the first phase of my plan."Corey wasn't given a chance to speak as the grimy voice of the man. T
Dear readers,I would just like to say thank you to thank everyone who has read this story so far. It's my first time writing a male leading story, and I'm not sure I did it right but I hope to get it perfectly some day. But this note isn't to tell you thank you, I also wanted to inform you that starting next month I will be taking a full month's hiatus from this story. It's not going the way I planned, reader wise. And I'd like a break from it to get my head cleared and gather some new ideas. I'll publish some chapters for the rest of the month. But after that, I'll be off on a break to return by June. Thank you for reading this note. And have a good day..
Taking a break was not something Corey wanted to do but he had no clue if taking another quest would benefit him at the moment. Likely because he was feeling the urge to be lazy. But where was the fun in that. Corey tapped his friend Toby while he slept. He seemed stressed, and on his screen was a failed level to a part of Clash of Thunder that Corey assumed they must have added in after he died. And apparently Toby was having issues with finishing it. Corey pulled out his chair from under the desk, plopped down on it. He pulled the headphones over his ears, and clicked on the replay on the screen. He wasn't adjusted to the set that Toby used for his gaming. But a quick two minute scan, and Corey knew where to keep his hands without having to remove his eyes from the screen ever. He sat feeling the old school joy he would normally get whenever he got home from school and settled behind his desk to play his favorite games. Or just to stream. Sometimes, he didn't even stream, he just
The new additions to the group were still on Corey's mind as he navigated through the lobby of a deserted and destroyed space ship. Dressed in a black suit to keep his oxygen from running out. His objective was to fix the ship, keep the oxygen and find out who the imposters were. There were a total of three that Corey had to search for. So he asked the women to all join in. Toby even agreed, he wanted a way to test out his alien form. No doubt so he could attack Corey, and the teen more than welcomed it. He was easy to intrigue sometimes. And for the rare occasion, rare but consistent, what should have intrigued Corey instead bored him.He took slow strides through the lobbies with Alisha by his side. She really had no complaints to joining his harem and Corey was slowly getting to know her personality. Almost like he was still getting to know Clio. Alisha was a natural hunter, she had skills that Corey didn't posses. Sure, he was a jack of all trades. But watching how she skillfully
The next day, Corey was apologizing to Toby. "How was i supposed to know he won trick you into marrying him? It was supposed to be a harmless joke." Toby glared at Corey. He'd gone from trying to think of a way to get himself a girlfriend to married to an orc dude that threatened to kill him if he ever left him. And he could tell Corey was secretly laughing at his predicament. No matter how many times he tried to act sympathic and sorry. It was clear to Toby that his friend was having a good laugh out of this. "If you're truly sorry, you'd use your powers to get me out of this.""Yeah, but the king would be so sad." Toby tossed his pillow at Corey. The teen didn't bother blocking it. He fell on his back then began cackling. "I'm sorry if I don't want to be married to an-"The door to his room opened, and Borba walked in. Her eyebrow raised. "You're not thinking of ditching my brother. You're his mate. Acceptance is your only choice. I chose Corey, and he didn't complain. We orcs ar
The missile was fast and Corey found that he could still laugh with his broken sense of humor in such a situation. Misha turned to him, incredilous expression on her face. Then she loosened up and laughed. As if on cue, Corey got a message from Borba. He teleported her to their position. She whipped around to see the missile before she could even greet Corey and tell him her brother was inviting him to enjoy an orc festival. She heard the coy laughter coming from Corey and Misha. Borba flung her mace at the missile. The wind blew against her skin as the weapon struck the tip of the sharp war missile. Making it explode. Her weapon flew back, and she caught it. Laughing curiously at the pretty site. She turned around and Corey looked in awe. From the background, it looked like a scene from an action movie. With the explosion in the sky, pieces of metal flying about. And Borba walking towards him. The wind in her hair, a smirk on her face. Corey wanted to snap a picture but all he did
They'd found a place for Corey to fix Misha's button. And while he worked on it, getting another chance to look at her insides- no sexual innuendos there- he watched the city and spotted many types of bots. Corey was intrigued, and he was never one to really hide his fascination from himself. If he wanted to study something he would admit that much to himself. So as he settled carefully on the blanket, and Misha was stuck in a limbo like state unable to fully shake out of it and wake up until Corey was done, he asked NewAge to explain each of the bots and their purposes. He was already acquainted with the killer bots. NewAge: THERE ARE MANY TYPES OF SENTIENT BOTS THAT ARE CREATED ALMOST EVERYDAY. BUT ONLY TEN STAND OUT TO THE WORLD. WE'LL GO FROM AN UNEVEN LIST. 1: THE MEDIC BOTS; THESE BOTS COME WITH NO RANK OR LEVEL AND THEY ARE USUALLY THE EASIEST TO KILL AS THEY HOLD NO FIGHTING SKILLS. THE CREATORS DELETED THAT FROM THEIR SYSTEMS THE SAME WAY THEY DELETED EMOTIONS FROM THE KILL
After reading the clue Corey went about his day, keeping it in mind that he would think about what to do with the aforementioned clue once he was done ne thinking about the lock keeper. Because the man kept him intrigued and on his toes. He wanted to know more. But Corey knew he would never find anything about the lock keeper without some help. Which was disappointing. It was still strange referring to an unknown force as the lock keeper, instead of the man he'd once known to be that. Erogo was just Erogo. Self centered and easily blinded by words. Corey went to bed almost too easily. Sometimes his mind and body surprised him. After what he'd seen, the question of how he could still sleep well was insane. Corey turned around in the bed, thinking about what his day would entail. But that changed when Misha broke into his room the moment he was done getting dressed for the day. She looked distressed. "Corey, I got another message. I think I need to go to that warehouse. Convince
Corey sat his father down in Greta's den where the dragon was peacefully taking a nice nap. She had woken up briefly to sniff Corey's hand, and give his full body a lick with her long rough tongue. Corey had dried himself off the saliva and proceeded to walk circles around his father. He was watching the man as he tensed in the chair. Between the mighty dragon and a powerful kid that he knew was about to do something horrible to him. So he hissed, "Do you worst. I'll never talk."Corey laughed at the irony hidden in those words. "But I haven't even said anything, you're the one talking." His father tensed even more, and Corey was having too much fun making a fool out of the man. But how he could he not have fun? Corey knelt by his father's feet, and his eyes started to glow in a way that was nearly blinding. His father blinked severally and tried to process what he was seeing. Then his eyes rolled, in the most painful way possible. He wasn't given the opportunity to scream. Corey w