Agape Novelas e Histórias

**Her Rock Sequel** Agape: noun. 1. The highest form of love. Selfless, sacrificial, and unconditional love; persists no matter the circumstance. He was one boy, but he was her boy. Millions of feelings yet their life became a hurricane. She was his queen and now they would build their kingdom. ** Yes, the first chapter of "Agape" the "Her Rock" sequel is out now on my profile. Check it out!! Here's some good news to hopefully better your day!! Stay safe!!

Me and Arizer decide to go have a look around as we had never been to Australia before. We leave the house and we see Alpha Nico talking to a few men so we walk up to him and he introduces us. "This is Harlen and breckett, Harlen is the Gamma of this pack." "I'm sorry I don't know much about packs, what is the Gamma?" I question looking a bit sheepish. "It is ok Keira, the Gamma is our trainer basically, they organise and train the wolves."

"It always feels as though there is a double meaning to your words, Abigor. You say one thing, when in fact you mean another." "Is that so, my Aphrodite?" "What do you drink in that wine glass of yours?" "Why, wine of course, my Aphrodite." "Such thick and dark wine, Master Abigor." "Ah, 'tis a fusion of berries and grapes. Only for a refined palate." "Then would you not mind if I had a sip of it?" "Hm...I do not believe it would be for your tastebuds just yet. 'Tis an acquired taste."

Hades is a handsome young man in his late twenties, he is good in everything and can make any woman’s heart bounce in a flutter plus he is my grandson and Liza would be a perfect match, I thought. Hmm... I think I just figured out a way to pay her courtesy back.

Fate. They call it destiny or kismet. A time comes in life when there's so much happiness that getting something more than what you expected felt surreal, a figment of imagination. As if just the deepest yearning dream of yours comes alive. Your ear rings with a constant numbing feeling of the words that you yearned to hear for years. The words that now repeat in your head like a mantra of lullaby. Calming and serene. Then denial and disbelief kicked in. Questions raking one after the other. It was impossible but then again nothing was impossible for God. When with all your will you try to wake up from the blissful dream but nothing happens.

She looked at the figure even though it wasn't very clear, she could see a black pair of gorgeous eyes, a straight pointed nose, full luscious kissable lips and he clearly is a handsome dude. "I don't mind at all" she responds coming out of the survey class with his body. "You are a beauty, my dear; Forgive my manners, dear, my name is Kola. I'm an IT consultant." He yelled because of the loud music blasting from the speakers. "Nice meeting you, Kola, I'm__ " "Chimamanda Jean Odenigbo second daughter of the business magnate Uche Odenigbo." He completed it as if he was reciting A,B,C.

Tomo said as they all laughed and tell stories of how Nato would always get drunk first and do the silliest and craziest things. There was one time that the four of them went out drinking like they always do and Nato took notice of the pitcher that they were served and told everyone that he never saw a pitcher with this design. While they were drinking, Nato continue to tell everyone how amazing the pitcher is and that he liked how it was designed after aesthetics and function. As they get drunk, Nato seemed to make an attachment to the pitcher. The pitcher was resting on his leg while his arm was wrapped around it like he was holding a baby. he continued to hold the empty pitcher while they

“Do you... know each other?” Ezekiel didn’t respond. He couldn’t. His throat felt like it was lined with dry glass. Vespera didn’t wait for him to speak; she bent down and grabbed one of the shopping bags sitting outside her door. As she stood back up, her eyes locked onto Ezekiel’s with a look of mild, clinical disdain. “Common courtesy would suggest you apologize for your behavior yesterday,” she said, her voice smooth and lacking hidden meanings. “I get that you might’ve been a bit drunk and mistook me for someone else. But now? In broad daylight?”

“You were magnificent, Luna. You survived the flame not because you are mine—but because you are stronger than fate ever imagined.” Luna cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing the rough stubble. “I felt you the whole time. You kept me anchored.” He leaned in, their lips meeting in a kiss that deepened with every heartbeat. Passion surged, but Kael pulled back, his golden eyes serious. “The Elders summoned me,” he said. “There’s talk among the High Circle. The bond we’ve forged may have awakened the First Blood.” Luna’s breath hitched. The First Blood was legend—an ancestral power said to slumber deep in the veins of the original Alphas, capable of reshaping entire packs. If it had stirred beca

He opened the beer and passed one bottle each. "Guys. What's more strong? Love or hate"? He started the conversation after a moment of thinking. "Depends. If it's to revenge, then hate. Otherwise Love". Conrad replied. "But what if we are not sure about Love"? Noah asked. "Baby you can't hate someone if you have never loved someone. Hate never comes alone. It's always the other side of Love, like two sides of a coin". Conrad said. Noah looked into his eyes. "But..."