100 Tula Para Kay Stella Mga Nobela at Kwento

“My mom? She’s… gone—captured, maybe dead.” Elara snatched the paper, her fingers tracing the jagged lines, her eyes narrowing as she read. “She’s not dead. She’s been sealed—she’s one of the nine originals, but she betrayed them and now they have her now, the cult of Selene’s worshippers, the cult that loves hunting Lycans and experimenting on them. These symbols—she’s telling you where she is.” My hands shook, my throat closing, the fire’s heat suddenly stifling. “Where?”

He didn’t show them to her and just told her that he was going to flush them. “Come on, Dear. The days are passing, and we’re not getting younger. I’m beginning to think that you never take those pills.” Stella was on the phone with her. Kiara sighed. She had run out of excuses to give the woman. “Didn’t you mention that the pills only work after taking enough dosage?” “The last batch I sent to you, added to the other ones, is a hundred bottles in total. That dosage is enough to make you conceive ten children at once. Kiara, are you messing with me?”

"The cost is ten beers to get my uncle to give it to us!" "She's called Stella," Luther adds with a sly smile. "What do you think of her?" "I think she is pretty bad!" I run my hand over my neck. "I mean, look at her. How sure are we that she is not going to break down on us?" Larissa gasps, as if I have insulted both her and her uncle's jeep. "How dare you, Marlon Gustave? Stella has never broken down a day in her life!" "We checked her, she is finer than she looks," Luther says. "As long as she has a full tank and water, she is going to be fine."

The waiter said and headed to get them the wine. "I prefer tequilas to wines though," Stella said. "Oh, really? You should have told me what you wanted when the waiter was here" Dylan said. "But isn't it quite late for you to take tequilas" Dylan asked "No! It isn't, it helps me sleep." Stella said. "Oh, are you an insomniac?" He asked "No, tequilas just have this way of relaxing my muscles, making me have a goodnight sleep,'' Stella said, smiling.

STELLA got on her knees STELLA: please don't do this, please She cried even more whole looking down STELLA: I'll do anything, just don't kill her ETHAN: I like it, you being a weak little girl, I like it STELLA: please let him go STELLA looked at the screen STELLA: Ethan don't do this, she have nothing to do with us STELLA: I beg you, don't do this STELLA looked at the screen. A man held a gun right behind her head. she screamed to let go