Half way through the day, Corey got an idea. He told Mikayla he would return with something for her to eat and drink. The sun was hot, and she sometimes forgot to eat something or rest her legs while sailing. Corey stopped by the kitchen, the woman he was looking for was there. Mincing up some vegetables. She wasn't alone though. Pamela was discussing something he didn't bother to pick up on what the topic of their conversation was. "Corey, you hungry?" Misha tossed her hair over her shoulders so she could see him clearly. Her fingers didn't stop mincing. working the knife with excellent precision. "I need a snack, and water for Mikayla. The weather got too hot and she made a coughing sound twice."Pamela gasped. "I'll go get an umbrella so you can give it to her.""Thank you."Corey waited until the engineer was out of the room before he crossed the distance kept between him and Misha. "I'll make her some sandwiches. Anything else?""Yes, I need you to make something for me. You
"This is so fucking cool, Corey.""I had my doubts but you really pulled through.""They serve drinks in the funniest looking cups.""The view is…. I can't even begin to tell you how amazing the view is. It's something you just have to see to understand.""Cresten sent up our itinerary, and my god- Corey!""I wish there was a spot in the city for Greta, she would have loved to see this."Corey blinked at the sharp lights stinging his eyes. He thought that giving the ladies a vacation would stop them from breaking into his room and waking him up to talk. But he was clearly wrong to think such a thing. He had only slept for an hour, he could t seeell. He went to bed before any of them and they had told him they were going to explore. He should have known they would give him their feedback. He glanced around, the circle of faces formed around his resting body. Corey just wanted to ask what deity was watching over him. If he does something wrong, these girls will wake him up to chew h
They were escorted out of the van and introduced to the guards. "Please remember their faces. Here in carnival city, no two clowns are exactly alike."Misha saved their faces, and Corey memorized every detail. The guards gave them a warm welcome, with flowers and candy. Then the official tour began. "This right here is the prize area. If you go play a game, you can win a prize." Cresten turned his eyes to Corey. "You can win romantic items for your lovely ladies. From Teddy bears, to grand level weapons. There everything for each and every one of you."Their eyes lit up, and Corey told himself in his head that he was not going to be able to get the fruit today. Become of some mild inconveniences. Such as the hungry women staring at the carnies and their booths. "Try out the rides. Win something games. Have some fun before lunch. And anything ride that has a yellow tape and no lines, please avoid."A swift breeze ran over Corey's skin. He pulled his coat tighter, and glanced back. T
The next day Corey spent it without the laides, they wanted to have some more fun with different rides. Borba wanted to test out the high tech park that had put the Loco Funatarium out of business. Corey toured the hotel, completing different games. It was quite easy when he wasn't getting distracted by anything. He focused his entire energy into it. You see, Corey had an idea of what he was going to do the next night. Sneaking out into the park to challenge the killer clown. That was if he didn't kill Corey before he could do anything. But to achieve this plan, he needed his own killer. He was about to round up the twelfth game when he realized he was on a different hall. One that had a yellow tape on each door. There had been no rule saying Corey couldn't explore but he found it oddly strange that there yellow tapes on every single door in this floor. If it meant something bad then they should have kept a warning. Not wanting to follow his curious mind, Corey continued the cross
"Who the fuck set you free? They do know you were a fucking terrorizer right?!"NewAge: SHE WAS VERY MUCH, A PSYCHO AMONGST PSYCHOS. WE STRUCK OIL.'I need to hex her soon enough. This could come back to bite me in the ass. And I do not want that.'Gogo smirked at loco. "Hey old friend. I kind of need that fruit that you have. Hand it over, or I'll eat your bones. I've done it before. Remember, Gretchen."Loco flinched. "I want Feldman. I'll give you the fruit in exchange for him.""No thank you. He's my new interest. Give me the fruit, or I will eat your bones.""That's not how it works, Gogo. It's either you win it, or you trade me something for it.""Fight me for it."Both of them turned their heads to face Corey. He stepped forward, dropping Gogo's bags in her hands. Corey unsheathed Luke and the sword released a battle cry. The armor appeared in no time. "If you win, I'll come willingly. If you lose, I will kill you and take the fruit."Seeing this as an easy win, Loco accepted
"I can't believe our vacation is over." Pamela grumbled her feelings out. "I can't believe Corey knocked out a large clown and didn't tell us about it." Misha socked him in the ribs. His breath cut out, and gasped. "I can't believe I felt that." He wheezed out, and Misha cheered. She threw her fist forward, making punching motions. They were on board the ship, preparing for their next quest. With an additional member. Gogo. Borba's favorite person. The two talked more, and got along. Gogo was interested in learning more about the woman she idolized, all the while trying to introduce her personality to Borba. While the women tried to regain their usual schedules, and not mourn over the end of their vacation, Corey sat down in his room to think of some bags and clothes for their next mission. This time, the fruit wasn't going to be easy to collect. He asked NewAge to refresh his memory on the fruit. NewAge: THE NEXT FRUIT YOU HAVE CHOSEN TO GET IS A GOLDEN APPLE. IT ONLY GROWS I
The girls and Corey strapped on their backpacks. They waited for Eleanora bring Greta out to the main deck, which was big enough to hold the dragon. It took them a day to get to the hualaelae jungle. The name kept sounding more ridiculous each time it was pronounced. Corey really wanted to know who came up with these names, and how people could say it with a straight face. Like Misha, she could say it without snickering or sounding like she was about to explode if she didn't laugh soon. Gogo was the exact opposite. She still couldn't get it right, without laughing the lights out of herself. She fallen down once, clutching her stomach and almost swelling from how hard she laughed. Eleanora stood in front of Greta, who was nuzzling Corey's palm. She hadn't seen him in a while, and Corey could see that he was missed by the dragon so he gave her his attention. "I need to get a ladder. I don't trust any of you to actually know anything about great Danes. Especially how to mount one.""
"Corey, what the fuck is that?!" Pamela asked, drawing herself closer to him and Greta."Um, those are-" he was about to say python when the snakes hissed. Arm shots out of their sides, and their height increased. Corey watched them go from lareg pythons to towering nagas. Half snake creatures with a working subconscious. They can speak, and grab onto people with their arms. Corey watched as their torsos formed, their chest revealing them all to be male from the waist up. "Nagas?" Mikayla's voice was frightful. Noticing this, Borba gave them a thorough look. "They're just snake people. What's there to be afraid of?"Mikayla grabbed the orc by her head and pulled her down to her face level. She stared into Borba's shocked brown eyes with fear. "They are highly poisonous. Maybe not to orcs, but a friend of mine got bitten by one and she ended up losing her magic and needing to be amputated.""How- what- how does that make sense? She lost her magic so they cut off her limbs? I wouldn't
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