Alto Valyrio Mga Nobela at Kwento

I threw too many of them into tree trunks when we were pups. “What the hell were you thinking?” I bark at Alroy, sneaking a glance at Elis’s wolf. He’s trying his best to hide a gash in his belly, but blood is seeping into the dirt around him. “I was thinking three unmated females,” Alroy answers, awfully defiant for how badly his hands are shaking. I snort. Except for the blessed one, not a single one of those females was unmated, and I’d like to see any of my pack brothers claim the blessed one’s wolf. He’s a beast. You can smell his size. He must be as big as a moose.

Victor's POV It was pouring heavily outside, the clapping of thunder and lightning beaming glinted on my father's face. He seemed more frightened than ever, as he stood there by the window, his eyes spelled worry while he held onto a nine millimeter in his left hand and a stick of kindled cigarette in the other, he was left-handed. The quiver of his fingers as he raised it to his lips and took a whiff of the cigarette before throwing the rest of it to the floor and stepping on it to kill the flames.

She walks close to Alvah and whispered, “who is he?” “Melzi, Leo’s new assistant.” “But what about Salai?” “Well, there’s two of them now.” She twitched her head to the side and looked at the man who have just arrived. Compared to Salai, Melzi looked boyish. He has this face that could ruin every woman if only he lived in her generation. Both weren’t exquisitely handsome, but when you take a very good look at them, they will definitely take your breath away. They have eyes that could launch a thousand ships, the same way that Helen of Troy did.

He chuckled. “Did you do all this for the ball?” he questioned, running a finger from my head to my shoes. “I doubt Father changed his mind about taking the twins.” “He didn’t I just thought, as they weren’t feeling well, I could go-” “Don’t worry, you don’t have to convince me. I think it’s high time the other princes saw my gorgeous baby sister,” he chimed in, giving me that bright smile of his. Poles apart from everyone else in the family, Valerian is the only one that treated me like I am family. He is ten years older than me but is by far my favorite. I am happy that one day, he’ll be the one to rule Alvannia after my father.

she replied. “ Get ready to have your mind blown away.” he added, smirking. ~~~~~~~ Aly sat on her couch with her eyes glued to the TV. Was she seeing and hearing right? Bazyli, a multi tycoon in Greece?! How? When? The Bazyli she knew was a bartender, not what she was seeing and hearing.

But then again, I never did expect to see this kind of humor coming from them to begin with. “Yes, keep rolling your eyes, this is the side that I’m used to seeing.” Viktor said, and Alvize raised an eyebrow, clearly growing annoyed by the attitude of his beta. But I had to admit, I couldn’t help but like the sides that I was seeing from them. Maybe I was wrong in my judgment toward them after all. “If the car is outside, how about we get going?” He said, glaring at his men. Viktor raised an eyebrow at his Alpha but didn’t bother responding before nodding. Alvize nodded at me and we walked toward the car which was parked out.

Liam’s POV If you think you have had a bad day, then I’ve had worse. First, I was left at the altar by the woman I was supposed to marry because of the ring bearer. Second, I got a child. My ring bearer. Let’s roll the tape back. “What? You’re surprised?” Lola stepped closer and whispered so that only I could hear her. She looked at me like I had fallen directly into her trap. And yes, I did. I fell directly into her trap.

Valerie entered the door, following Walt inside, and closed it behind her. He didn’t even look over his shoulder, but walked as if he expected her to be right behind him. And she was, because that’s what Damien, her master, told her to do. As they walked, she studied him, taking better inventory of the man who was about to… She sighed. Who was about to do whatever he wanted to her. Walt possessed mussed up gray hair that probably hadn’t had a brush run through it in weeks, if he even brushed it at all. And by the looks of it, he rarely washed it. He was a thin man, but still had a slightly muscular build under his baggy clothes and walked with a slight stoop of his shoulders, almost as if he

He lunged toward me just as another shot rang out. He went down. The sound he made…. I’ll never forget it. “DAMN IT!” Valerio snarled, firing blindly as he grabbed me, pulling me against his chest. “You’re not taking her!” The shadows closed in. Strong hands seized my arms. Something cold pressed against my neck. “No!” Valerio shouted. “DON’T YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER…” A needle pierced my skin. I gasped. “ALTHEA!” he screamed, fighting like a madman, bloodied and feral. He took another man down with his bare hands, roaring in Italian as the drug flooded my veins.

It's a step up from a mailroom clerk. I reach a hand out, ready to shake his, but am only met with disappointment. Mr. Valiant, a head of dark brown hair cut short to his scalp, half glances in my direction before his attention falls back to the oversized phone as he taps on the surface. The phone and tilt of his head hide his face from my position, but I don't need to see it to visualize his looks. His pure blue eyes soften the powerful jaw and nose that also adorn his face. The man has eyelashes for days. It's impossible to miss his hotness factor.