Adoring 13 Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Don’t tell me the people he had casually called over was The Tri-Pride Gang the whole time?” ```

Felt like butterflies were having a disco party inside my tummy. "As you say, sir." I bowed respectfully. He's so handsome! I feel like I gonna pass out and I'm not even joking. Maybe I'm reacting too much but this man deserves it all. His grey eyes, dark black hair, olive skin, everything about him. Who is this man?

“I need to talk to Caterina.” A very disgruntled Dante interrupted in the manner he only knows how: barging in like he owned the place. “You’re not supposed to see the bride the night before the wedding,” Ada said matter-of-factly. “Do I look like I give a fuck about traditions?” “Coming from the don’s soldier with a bruised rib? I think it’s you men who won’t let go of it.” My gaze automatically searched around his chest. He seemed fine except from the smoldering anger in his eyes.

I wouldn't blame her, they've been singing Lion King soundtracks ever since they came in here. Don't get me started on their imitation of the monkey in the beginning. " Don't listen to her Louie, she's just jealous" Cheryn patted Louisa's head and smirked at Jenny. " Nuh-uh... Mommy said jealousy is very very bad" Louie scolded and folded her arms to send a disappointed look to Jenny. " Testify angel" Claudette barked in laughter as she applied a layer of concealer underneath my eyes. I was currently getting ready for Mr Reid's event tonight and I'm surprised Hunter wanted me to come in the first place.

Yet none of it mattered. Riven was already there. Standing near the head of the table, hands clasped behind his back, he looked like he belonged to another world entirely—controlled, flawless, and undeniably dangerous. His uniform, immaculate and dark as the midnight sky, emphasized the broad strength of his shoulders. The crown’s most loyal protector exuded the kind of presence that could make anyone obey before a word was spoken.

"You're even more delusory than I anticipated. Amazonians are just warrioresses, and we despise having warriors in our tribe, Odin." Odin yelled at Arya. "That is insane. We are fighting a common enemy, don't you know?" "You have to respect their rules, Odin!" uttered Charlotte. "Why don't you join the zodiac warriors instead?" "Zodiac warriors should have twelve members because each one represents a different Zodiac sign. For example, Ammon represents the Taurus sign and has the special ability to make his body tough; the same goes for the rest of them, and they should be ruled by Prince Arthur, the 13th Zodiac warrior," Arya explained.

Sensing the danger, Angela stirred, her scream piercing him as she saw what was unfolding. Orion’s anguished cry echoed across the desert as the fireball struck, the explosion shaking the damaged arena. When the dust cleared, he was gone, replaced by an illuminating silver wolf, with baby blue undertones streaking through his fur. Moonflowers blossomed from his shimmering coat and across the ground where he stood. A vision out of legend: the one and only Silver Lord. Adorus’ laughter boomed across the arena, his hostility fading. “At last! And it only took three pitiful fireballs. But you answered your mate’s cry as you should.”

Damon begged as tears streamed down his face. When they are in high school, he just wants to become a cool person, and because of that, he hurts Adira. He knows Adria will never leave him. She is an orphan and also an omega; that's the biggest reason why no one tries to talk to her and see her like she is nothing, even Sebastian's grandfather, the oldest elder. He doesn't want Damon to mark Adira. But Damon is so in love with her, even if he doesn't give her a little bit of respect.

“He says sweet things when we’re sad.” “Blows us kisses on the wind.” “If his heart is that warm…” “…maybe his body is too.” “I’m not grumpy,” Orsid says, obviously unhappy with the sprites’ nickname for him. They all stop talking and stare at him. “I’m not,” he insists. “What’s my name?” Toddre asks. “Sir Dragon Charming.” “Charms the pants right off his mate.” “Any time he can.” “Every time he tries.” Toddre chuckles. “Well, I can’t get enough of my mate, so, I guess that’s an accurate assessment.