Novelas y relatos de Acotar

It’s Carl, my bus driver. “Kyaria, this is Carl. He drives the bus.” I say, introducing her. “Hi.” She squeaks out. Carl just looks at her and nods. I am sure I saw a half-smile on his face. I can understand why she was staring. Carl is very intimidating. He is a huge guy. He is bigger than Trevor. Carl has to be 6’11” and close to 300lbs of solid muscle. He can be scary as hell. Kyaria looked like a tiny ant standing next to him. Carl walked to the front of the bus. Kyaria went over and started getting her computer and camera equipment arranged. I wonder over and look at all the equipment she brought with her. I never realized that all this is needed for taking pictures.

He was looking forward to meeting Janette and Jordan Findley. This morning, however, he was eager to share the information he and Vicky had pried from the Vampire in the alley with the rest of their teammates. Vicky was one of only two women on their team. The other, Berta, was a large German Guardian who was known for her ability to pick Vampires up and slam them into hard surfaces—such as buildings or streets—crushing their bone structure and leaving piles of ash in her wake. Spying her squeezed into a chair at the end of the table, Aaron was glad to be sitting far away from her, next to the dainty-in-comparison Vicky, who likely wouldn’t accidentally crush his hand should she get excited

They light up every single nerve ending in my body, but in a good way. But I just don’t know him. Not really. I know of him. Kenton Clearwater, the insanely hot, 6ft 3in tall hockey player who has black hair and bright leaf green eyes. He plays center for the Northport Warriors, and is to be the future Alpha of the Artemis pack once his father steps down, or… is removed from his position through death. What is it that Axel wanted me to seek Kenton out for? I can’t help but wonder. What exactly do you know?

I text and wait for his reply, but his reply comes fast. "Hey, beautiful, what can I do for you?" He replies, and I roll my eyes. “I need you to get me some stardust before next Saturday.” I reply. Stardust is a powder that can harm vampires, but when a werewolf consumes it, it just makes them high and hallucinate, which would work perfectly for my plan. My phone beeps, and I smile. “That can be arranged, but what would I get in return?" He replies. “What do you want in return?" I ask.

He looked at me through the amber liquid in his glass, a curious, satisfied glint in his eyes. ​"I told you the view was better from outside the tower," Mateo said, raising his glass toward me. "And since I’m officially picking up the tab for this liberation, I have one rule: no one mentions the name 'Cromwell' for the rest of the night. Anyone who does has to take a shot of the strongest thing on the menu." ​"I can live with that," I laughed, feeling a genuine spark of joy for the first time in days.

He is the boss of this warehouse doll, we need you to give the code to this beauty that is here beside me. It's not necessary, I can give you the key, Oscar let go of my hand and turned me around so that his eyes collided with mine, his stained hands leaving painted in my hand where he held me. Do you know the code? he asked. I nodded. My father was an idiot, he believed that I would never come here again, That was what he deserved, revenge. The Code is 925 GFG. Oscar smiled, as he typed the number and the box gave way, I memorized the code when I was a child, because my dad guarded everything my mother earned, although She would try to convince him to give her a little to feed me.

It called to her, seductive and terrible. "She's waiting," Luna said softly. "She knows we’re here." Kael stepped forward. "Then let's not keep her waiting." They climbed the steep path, the rocks slick and sharp underfoot. The air grew colder, the wind biting, but it wasn’t just nature. It was her—Morrakai. At the peak, a colossal stone archway loomed, carved with runes that glowed faintly red. Beyond it, darkness stretched into a cavern so wide and deep that no end was visible.

She sighed and looked away from him, only to be met with a terrifying face, without asking, she knew this was Don Torento. She had never seen him before, but she had heard rumors, he was as terrifying as they said he was. He had tattoo and piercing over, a bald head and the look on his face just spelled out anger. He had a huge scar which ran from his cheekbones to his nape. Amanda gulped and let out a nervous chuckle. "H—Hi." She looked round the room and the angry faces all on her. "N—nice to meet you, I'm Amanda."

Seemingly excited to throw the child he neglected at me, likely to boost their families' name. Mother sat with Axar, coaxing him to relax. He has been pent up and anxious since Sera's departure. She hasn't called me out yet, but she has sent me haughty looks of disappointment. She knows I performed some sort of stunt, and I find it difficult to meet her all knowing eyes. Axar is in his outfit that Sera got him again, mother managed to have it washed while he showered the night before. He is the guardian of the burdensome fish now. He rains fish food down on the pitiful thing like a monsoon. It now resides in his bedroom, so I don't have to look at it thankfully.

Sam Style Ramos is an introvert person that captivated the heart of his ultimate avid fan. Sam’s grandmother is gravely ill , devoting himself and all of his effort to make her live longer even at the midst of Covid-19. By the help of the CAM application CEO, it opens a new opportunity for him. Mike as an avid fan helps Sam from his hardship and suicidal thoughts. The application makes sure Sam is the hottest streamer. By that time, he learned to strip off and entered the gay life which Mike Aquino Bautista tremendously waiting for. Thus, the application and heartbreak that damaged his entire life, will it give way for his heart to accept Mike without any hesitations?