Novel & Cerita Abhimanyu

🩷 🍒 . The room stilled as the heavy voice echoed across the hall, halting the laughter and chatter. All eyes turned toward the entrance, where a tall man stood with a casual confidence that commanded attention. His sharp jawline, athletic frame, and effortless charm made heads turn, and the glint of a mischievous smile tugged at his lips. He was none other than Abhishek Singh Rathore— Avyaan’s younger brother, the pride of Indian cricket.

If the boy was discontent enough, he may be useful. The young man eyed him haughtily. "Vidar." The boy drew himself up and puffed out his chest. Brand took a bite of stew to avoid laughing at the display. "Ah, son of Odin. A fine name for a fine young warrior," Brand told him after swallowing a bite of the mystery meat in his bowl. Vidar preened under the compliment. "My father is one of the Chieftain's most feared warriors. I will be in his personal guard one day."

I had dedicated myself to exploring the island, discovering that Abbie had a vegetable garden, and not only had Peter and Wendy (her chickens) but she also had a considerable number of young which she called the lost boys. She also had a wild hog and a pet monkey. The worst thing is that those last two, they acted ridiculously excited as soon as they saw her. It was clear that, as soon as he saw me near her, Pumba, as Abbie had forced me to call him, had tried to pierce me with one of his very sharp fangs, so I had stayed away ever since. And let’s not remember the fact that George had thrown me bananas, mangoes and whatever fruit he came across.

Bradley said thoughtfully. "Because he's the future Alpha who has, not only the blood of two Alphas, but also the blood of the Royals. He's going to be strong and he knows it," I replied proudly. "He's an Alpha who will kick the ass of anyone who dares mess with those he loves," Blake added with a faint smile as his eyes moved down to our still screaming daughter and I could see the pain that she didn't know who either of us were because of something that sick bastard had done to her.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

This is a man, with a slight smile on his face, assessing me silently, listening to my ridiculous baffling. He is not just a man though. He's an Alpha. The Alpha.

He seems nervous, as he regards me, his hands trembling ever so slightly. "You're in the immortal lands, in my home. My name is Aspen, Alpha Asher's brother," he explains. I'm shocked into silence for a long second. From what I remember about Alpha Asher, he has the same cut jawline and sloping cheekbones. There eyes are marginally different; as is their hair. Aspen's hair is slightly less disheveled and a soft, wood brown. "Immortal lands," I say slowly, giving my mind time to process that. "Are you immortal?"

Whenever Avadhi got second place in anything she would throw a tantrum like the first position was only meant to be hers. " Hate is a very strong word Peach. And maybe he really studied hard ,more than you. You don't know him well to hate him. And its ok you are just one number behind him. Next time study harder than him. Ok?" Avadhi has problem with only one guy in her class, Kush. He was son of another businessman who recently made one of the biggest mall here. Other than him all her classmates treat her like a princess. She was. His father's princess. And who would upset a daughter of a billionaire. She blindly follows Aryan's word. And like a proud father he would brag about her success

I smiled, slow and sharp. “…you won’t walk away.” Then I vanished into the darkness… leaving him to choke on the truth: The youngest D’Amaris was the most dangerous of them all.

he asked, his voice laced with disbelief. Abhi's response was sharp and deliberate, each word cutting through the tension like a blade. "Because I don't know which Abhimanyu you plan to give Miss Kiara to," he said, pointing at himself. "Because this Abhimanyu is already taken and belongs to someone else."