Alam Mo Naman Novels & Stories

Good thing, Yaya Grace did not stop sending her updates about the deeds of her daughter. A moment after, a loud ring coming from the telephone filled the room. Ramina let out a sigh before bending over to get the telephone. "Hello, this is Ms. Montalvo speaking," she uttered. "Good day! I just want to set an appointment with Mr. Mattheios later at 9 AM. Is he available at that time?" the man says on the other line. Ramina looked on her laptop and checked if Mr. Mattheios has something to do at that time. When she knew that he had not anything to do, she put the telephone back in between her shoulder blades and ear again to speak up to the man.

“His bank notes are being calculated as we speak, and I expect every last coin.” “We can arrange that,” the Prime Alpha assured with a nod. “I also expect to be recognized as the rightful Alpha of Bloodmoon and its territory,” Amani stated firmly. “I assume you wish for your territory to be reinstated within the Pack Lands?” The Prime Alpha inquired. “No,” Amani replied decisively. “I want it to remain within the Rogue Lands.” “You can’t stay in the Rogue Lands, Amani!” Malakai blurted, his frustration evident. “And why not?” Amani challenged, her gaze steady. “Is it because you’ll have no control over me? Bloodmoon will remain in the Rogue Lands.”

"Moana." I kept walking. "You'll come running back," he called after me. "I've left my print on you. No man will ever make you feel the way I made you feel. No man will ever touch you the way I touched you. No man will ever know your body the way I know it. You're mine, Moana. You'll only moan for me. And you'll come back." I wiped my tears as I ran. I couldn't let him see. I couldn't let him know that he was right.

“Rich Lemon Man. Mami left the house before breakfast because of Rich Lemon Man.” “Mami said Rich Lemon Man is annoying.” Al, still hugging his whale shark and looking like a veteran of the pastry wars, nodded while wiping his nose. I stared at my son. He stared back with wet, innocent blue eyes. “And he has too many rules,” Al added, his voice still rough from crying. “Like no vendor, no private wing, no lemon people.” “Lemon people?” Rafael asked. “Tree people,” Gabby corrected irritably. “Keep up.”

Semani nods and wraps her hands around her body. “This is a warning for you. Don’t think that you are going to live here and sneak around doing shitty schemes. So please bury your hate. It’s not welcome here.” Amoy sighs and seeing that she got her point across, puts on a friendly smile. “We’re having Mexican food tonight. Is that alright with you?” Semani nods, biting her bottom lip. “Good,” Amoy goes back into the closet. “Do any of you plan on helping me in here?”

Matteo inquired as they stepped inside the castle. “Well, Noman has an emergency calling card in his wallet. My phone number is conveniently supplied there, ” she answered and then released a sigh. “And besides, his parents are in Pakistan for a vacation and what little family and relatives he have in this country, he didn’t add their numbers in the card. He probably doesn’t want to bother them especially just because of a simple reason as getting drunk. We have both each other to take care of during this times of...wow, ” Amanda trailed off and gaped openly at the spectacular sight before her.

"Oh, here it is ... We can still eat. I'll just go outside first. I'll take care of the cafeteria if there are any buyers. You two just have to eat. All right, then you know what to eat." "Yes, Uncle Gusting. I know it." "Asus. You're a child, don't make me English-speaking there because I also knew that before. Hmm." "Hahaha. I'm sorry. All right. Maybe we can talk somewhere else. Maybe it's from Julo to Batanes," Amore said while laughing. She knew that her uncle only know the basic English language. The old man, was 'Ilonggo' so he knows English-kinamatis only.

a middle aged man greet the same teacher who is now standing infront of the school entrance gate door . " Good afternoon uncle and please call me Amoli or child or daughter but not this mam mam , you're elder than me .. " Amoli winched on the old man .. " Yes ... But you know mam , I am just a mere servant of your , a driver So, I can't cross my line and I prefer to call you mam ... Profession is profession .." amoli's driver said to her .. Amoli just signed and seat inside her car .. while her driver thought ' she is really an innocent and kind-hearted girl , sir is very lucky to have her in his life '.