Adult Mga Nobela at Kwento

com, 2018). 5.1.2 SMM has time advantage “Social media ensures the reach and effectiveness within specific time limit” (Amrita and Mohan, 2016). This demonstrates that SMM is guaranteed to convey the message in time and with high quality, so SMM has time advantage (Kirtiş and Karahan, 2011). In the meantime, Richard (2017) proposed that “More so than previous generations, Millennial seek out instant gratification, preferring fast service over friendly service and face-to-face contact.” and they “have the ability to and are comfortable with last-minute purchase decisions.” Besides, since the Millennial generation is the second largest consumer group (Paul, 2001), they are highly targeted by m

A normal mother would not be so excited about this, but as I’d known my entire life, my mother wasn’t normal. “Why are you not upset about this?” I questioned. I really wanted to know. She sighed. “You’re eighteen. You’ll be nineteen in October, and you’re an adult. You’re smart, and I know you can handle this. You waited until you were married, and that’s all any parent can ever hope for, but I’m excited because this means that you can actually have children.” I was now thoroughly confused. “What do you mean?”

I hope you apologize to him and resume your friendship with him. - But Mom, do you think Angel will remember things that happened over twelve years ago? Apologized for what? We were children, and now we are adults. I rolled my eyes at him and turned my back to him. Pups.

added the senior seriously. "What?"

Her hair was braided back, her eyes stormy with promise. Toran stood opposite her, shirtless, his torso a canvas of scars and tattoos. His muscles flexed with each breath, his aura radiating dominance. The Elder raised his hand. “This is a challenge by combat. No weapons. No magic. Only strength and will. The fight ends when one yields—or cannot stand.” Luna’s gaze never left Toran. She rolled her shoulders, ready. The Elder dropped his hand. “Begin.” Toran lunged first, fast for a man his size. Luna sidestepped, barely, but his fist grazed her ribs. She retaliated with a swift kick to his thigh, sharp and precise.

I stopped, my hand hovering near the wood, when I heard the low, gravelly timbre of an unfamiliar voice. ​Through the gap in the door, I didn't see Luke alone. He was standing by his desk, his shoulders hunched, looking smaller than I had ever seen him. Across from him sat an old man with hair as white as parchment and a suit that looked older than the building itself. Beside him stood a younger man in a sharp, clinical grey suit, holding a leather-bound briefcase. ​The Cromwell family lawyer and his head of legal counsel. ​The old man, Atty. Arrieta, was speaking in a voice so low it was almost a whisper, but the weight of it seemed to anchor the entire room.

Also, I am very curious about how pretty this Elder is considering he is, well, an elder. Half an hour later I am being escorted into the main dining room by Leo and seeing exactly what Hannah meant. To a degree I feel a little disloyal. This man is I’d say about 40 but only his dark hair greying at the temples gives this away. The rest of his face is more youthful looking especially when he smirks. He doesn’t smile when we are introduced. He tells me he has heard so many interesting things about me he has been itching to meet me and smirks, and I am now preying he is a good guy. It would be such a freaking shame if he was one of the assholes. I am introduced to the other elders, but they ar

When the bell rang we walked out feeling like adult life was meant for us. We went to where our car was parked and found Jaden and Mia there. " Hey, guys " Mia greeted. " Hey, Mia " We all greeted back in unison. " Officially adults now, what do you guys have planned for today " She asked after a long awkward silence. " For today we're just going to Granny's, and stay there for the rest of the day, just waiting for Annabelle " I replied. " Talking of the devil" Luke said pointing in the direction where Annabelle was coming from.

I muttered before making my way to the boss’s office. I knocked before walking in to see an orange head, clad in a traditional black and white suit sitting on his chair behind the desk. Diamond studs in his ear gleaming in light falling down on him from the ceiling. The guy was in his late 80s but managed to cheat age quite well. If you didn't know you could never guess his age right. “There you are. Little Duke.” I gritted my teeth at the nickname he had given me. I hated it, but he seems to enjoy messing with me.

"That's none of your business. Even if he tries, maybe it won't work." "That's surely not my business. But dear, until you try something, how would you know if that would work or not. You both are adults. Why on earth he can't take the responsibility of his side. I understand the situation here is different, but at least he could have taken a chance."