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Anyways, I will going to tell you already. These stories really stand alone, okay? That means, you can read them even if they are not consecutive and read them in a shuffle, it will have no effect on the story. It wil be just your choice. So, I think that would be all. Please add/follow me on my f-b if you want an update hehe. Let's just watch out for Amethyst and Aivan in a Inother book. Again, thank you very much. /WitWitch/

Hello readers!!! Just before we begin, it is important to let you all know that this book is a collection of 10 amazing romance stories all by BLAZE NUKKO. The end of each story only leads to the beginning of another love journey. Here is the sequence for the collection: 1. Marrying My Best Friend's Fiancee 2. Pure Lust 3. Mr Handsome's Addiction 4. All For The Baby 5. A Virgin for His Desires 6. Claimed By The Greek Lord

Rachel was still seeping what she realized was called 'Sex On The Beach' when a knock on the door sounded once, and then it flew open. Two blondes stumbled in, giggling loudly and smelling of 37% of alcohol. Rachel stared at them. They stared at her, then at each other. "Who are.." "If it isn't you? Um..what's it called again.. eh, Stalker! After this week, I thought I'd loose my ability to be surprised." One of them stood shocked for a minute, but then fired back up.

He could see tomorrow, or years from now, mixed up in a hazy dream. “Hmmm,” Zaha furrowed his brows again. “Or is it because the vision of the future that I saw was so random and hazy, that the folk tales I wrote turned out to be trash like this?” Maybe a combination of many things. Time and word of mouth obscured the context of the story, The story details were also weird because Zaha wanted to deliver some points to himself in the future. And most importantly, Zaha's writing ability was very mediocre, coupled with the randomness of the future he saw.

Her eyes, which had been full of despair, suddenly lit with a wild, desperate hope. "A story," she repeated. "It needs a story." She scrambled to her feet, unrolling the Loom of Stories. The threads were still dim, but they were there. They were the stories of their world, of Liora and Ashiel, of Kael and Lyra, of the Harmony and the Grey. They were the anchor their own reality was built on. "What are you thinking, Sela?" Leo asked, his voice cautious.

I would normally just brush it off and apologize, but my mind just blanked for some reason earlier. I still don't understand why these people are suddenly gaining colors. Why specifically these people? It's not even limited to the people at school anymore since Al's obviously from somewhere else. It just doesn't make sense. It's not like I know them from anywhere else. I wish I knew something more about my illness so I could at least stop being so confused. Come to think of it, I haven't even told Aunt Autumn about any of what happened. Maybe she can somehow help me understand. I doubt it, but I can still hope for answers.

Mira, whose experience with loss had given her a unique perspective. "We are looking for stories," I told them. "Stories that have been forgotten. Stories that exist only in the spaces between memory." The Navigator's twilight fur shimmered. "I have encountered such stories before. They are hidden in places where the void has grown thin. They are waiting for someone to read them." "Then we will read them." The journey took us to a place I had never seen.

ago and had come to peace with her children . I looked at the seat at the long table as I watched each guest fill a spot on the table as we took our meal and thought back and revisited the memories of yesterday . I'm glad for everything that took place in my life I'm glad for every person I met and for every one I lost . I guess God really planned my future well. Although at the start of it all I experienced bitter moments the rainbow finally came after the storm. I took a spoon and clicked it on the wine glass I had in my hand to gain their attention . I have something to say I said . Well the thing is there is a bun in the oven . Henry and I are expecting our first child . I heard the chorus of laughter and witnessed the smile on each person's face . No matter what the future holds I know now that God has already planned it and in due time it will blossom cause this really is my story . The story of what lies beneath the scars of a girl. Some memories are hard to let go of like to one that keeps repeating in my head , memories of when my two most precious jewels were given life . I quite remember , I stood at the balcony of our home

They ate the food in silence. After eating, they moved to the living room debating on which movie to watch. "Let's watch Lion King" nafisa suggested . "And why? "Khadija questioned. "Do I look like a baby to you "she added. Nafisa dropped the topic of watching cartoons before her cousin would take it far, they decided on watching The Meg which nafisa found weird . She doesn't like action or romantic movies, she would rather watch cartoon for the rest of her life. The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes.

“I doubt it. I have absolutely no reason to be hostile with you. I mean, I hardly even know you. You are just someone my boyfriend considers a sister and yours and his family have been close for years I hear…so it doesn’t make sense that I would not like you. “I just so bad for you that you’ve lost most of your memories. I can’t be easy looking at your own children and not being able to recognize them. I don’t know what I would do if I was ever in a position where I could not recognize my own son. Oh yeah, I have a son,” Natasha added deliberately. “He’s name is Sean. Tulani is the father. The three of us….” “I have a slight headache,” Luyando shifted in her bed and closed her eyes. “I don’t feel like eating so you can go back with that food you came with.” “Do you need me to call the doctor?” There was a mischievous grin on Natasha’s face as she towered over Luyando in feigned concern.

she half yelled impatiently "I was seventeen years old at the time it happened, but I had been with Kai for two years before then. I first saw him when I followed my parents to war for the first time, I was only fifteen then, I was by my mother's side and he was by his father's side, he looked very handsome wearing his black robe and I couldn't help but look into his eyes, his gray eyes shone brightly adding more beauty to his long hair and finely shaped face, I thought it was rather strange and unfortunate that he was my enemy. The fight began and I stuck close to my mother as we fought, not quite long, when the battle started becoming fierce my father ordered that I should be taken back top the pack palace for safety. I didn't see him, Kai I mean, again until the night I had a quarrel with my mother and ran out of the pack house into the woods, after I calmed down hours later, I decided to go back home that was when I realised I was lost, I had gone further than usual and have mixed up the roads, I stood fixed in a deep delimma. Deciding to take one route at a time till I find the right one, I headed to my left. I walked a long distance without finding any familiar path, I walked back to the spot I started from and took another route. Halfway into that route I saw a bunch of wild wolves hanging around a tree, howling and having a great time. When they saw me, they stopped. I walked briskly past them and increased my pace, this amused them then I heard them giggling excitedly. I heaved a sigh of relief when I was sure I was a safe distance away from them. Trouble started when I realised it was not the right path and I had to turn back again." "I knew it!" Rina exclaimed shaking her head. "You did ?" I asked her stunned "Yep" she nodded "when bad people pause and giggle it's a sign that danger is ahead, since they won't tell you, their laugher is a clue for you. Whenever you notice something of such, you run the other direction...well, you were fifteen then, I don't think you were any wiser" she shrugged while I reflected on what she said for a minute "can we go on now?" she added breaking the little silence we had

And the silence hurts worse than anything. End of story 3

And I remembered thinking, this is the kind of woman who could shatter mountains if she chose to. If I was fire, Rhea was lightning. And I needed a storm to set us all up. “She’s unpredictable,” Daniel said when I told him. “Even dangerous than am i.” “I know,” I said. “But so am I now.” {One week later} The forest on the edge of no-man’s-land had long been abandoned by the packs and taken as a place for rogues. It was neutral ground—dangerous, quiet, and perfect for what I had in mind.

"Antonette, wake up! It's already noon!" James said as he shook Antonette's sleeping body. Antonette's handsome and hot best friend, James Daniel Sarrosa, is the one she secretly admires. Yes, she has feelings for her best friend. Doesn't that sound cliche? But that is the truth. Antonette has been secretly in love with James for quite some time. And she doesn't know if James is naturally dense or if he is aware of her feelings but chooses to ignore them. Because, in reality, she's been sending him signals and signs, but her friend doesn't seem to notice. It's driving her crazy, and her patience is running out. "Hey! Come on; we're going to be late!" James yelled angrily as he continued to shake Antonette's bed. She's already awake but too lazy to get out of bed. And she also still wants to sleep. But James doesn't intend to stop bothering her until she gets up. "I know you're awake, so get up."

I liked to pick up unusual little stones when I walked, and he'd collect the most beautiful gems for me. But now, he gave all his attention to Seraphina. Looking at those gems, now worthless to me, I tossed them out. Then, I got ready to go before the elders and formally state my intention to leave. As I passed the pack square, a few young werewolves were gathered around the "Echo Stone"—the Blackrock pack's version of social media, a special stone that could record and play images. "Look, Seraphina posted a new image!" a girl shouted excitedly.

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I guess I would never know what my murderer looked like. "Why do you have to be such a buzzkill? You see—buzz, kill. You get it?” The man laughed once again, which made shivers run down my spine and all over my limbs.“Oh, is someone getting excited?” A hand touched my stomach, and I jumped, suddenly realizing that I was naked. “Who knew that dying could be someone’s kink?”I continuously couldn’t think of anything, completely dumbfounded by the situation.

Birdy nodded in agreement, "It is time for the ghost stories to begin and be spread. Stories of a pack of wolves that live nowhere but everywhere, who rescue the weak, broken, and unchampioned, taking those they rescue away with them and disappearing with no clues to who they are or where they came from." ​Three gods and one vampire nodded in agreement. "Let the fun begin. Go lay the groundwork to make the stories true when our wolves awake," Hyperion ordered. ​Cronos snickered, "This is going to be so much fun. I am glad Gaia is letting me loose to help lend credence to the stories." ​"What good are the stories without those needed to make them come true?" Bob wondered out loud.

Or so we thought. “Nat, I’d never go to a place like Coverts without you. Is that even safe?” “Baby, there is security everywhere, you know that. Besides, you can meet someone and not have to worry about them disclosing to the world who you are. NDAs and all of that. Very discreet.” I was becoming increasingly frustrated. “Nathan, you’re asking me to break my vows. I just... I can’t.” “I want you to go. And come back and tell me all about it. Don’t leave out any detail.”

he continued, his voice now a conspiratorial whisper, "there's a legend that says if you find a four-leaf clover, you'll have good luck forever? I've spent countless hours searching for one, but they're rarer than you'd think!" Sebastian's tales of randomness flowed effortlessly, each anecdote a stepping stone away from the precipice of my anxieties. He regaled me with stories of peculiar cloud shapes that looked like mythical creatures, of quirky animal behaviors he'd observed during his childhood, and of the sheer absurdity of finding faces in everyday objects. It was as though he were constructing a whimsical tapestry of the mundane, weaving it into an enchanting distraction from the inexplicable.