Aph Belarus Mga Nobela at Kwento

said Belarus. “This is none of your business! Between countries is my business, Belarus, just take care of the East.” Axton was about to get up and leave Belarus, but Belarus stopped him. “Stop, listen to me first, young man! You should learn from me about leading, about how to prosper the people!” Belarus looked at Axton with a gentle gaze. He learned one thing, to soften a hard heart with tenderness. “You should be the one in the mirror. If you're good at leading, why are you just a governor?” said Axton scathingly.

He shrugs with a grin, following my gaze. “Chloe, who is this man?” My mother asks, tilting her wolf head. I turn my attention back to her. "This is my fiancé. He is the Alpha of Aberdeen," I tell her, grabbing Malachi's hand. “You are in love? He is good looking and has quit the package” Her wolf smiles. I laugh so hard that I fall back. "You're still as funny as I remember," I say with a smile, then it fades as realization sets in as I remember that she let me believe she was dead this whole time.

She pulled Leah to her feet, dragging her away. My throat clogged with mucus, as Estella made her way to the door, hesitating at the handle. "You are an omega, and henceforth Nikolai's going to have to treat you as one."

Alex looked at her with a surprised expression but, at the same time, interested. "Elisha, you are an attractive woman." "What?" He shook his head. "No. It's nothing. Forget what I said." "So where are you taking me, Alex?" Alex's brow wriggled. Elisha’s confusion deepened. "This is one of Grandpa's wedding gifts," Alex replied. "We're going on our honeymoon to Belarus, Elisha." ***

“The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from you, Banabella, whose name I discovered in my dreams. I beg you in the name of your own god, grant me my wish, and avoid being uprooted from the face of the earth.” The second parchment read: “Because you have hidden Banabella in an unidentifiable place, with the intent of deceiving me, I’ll tread upon your bodies and make your kingdom bare like ordinary earth. Till I see Banabella, the people of Muzagah shall not be privileged to take in air into their nostrils before the sun sets tomorrow. Prince Habeb speaks!’

Belarus seemed to be startled and sighed heavily. Andrius hurriedly asked, “What’s wrong, Grandpa Belarus? Did something happen?” Belarus stared at the chessboard and shook his head. “Pawn, rook, bishop, knights... All the pieces are here on the board, but I still feel like something’s missing.” The statement confused Andrius, and he instinctively asked, “What’s missing?” “I remember!” Belarus raised his head, his eyes piercing Andrius. “I’m missing a great-grandson!”

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

Third Person Point of View: “What the fuck is this?” Viktor asked, frowning at the sight of the men carrying the crate. The men brought in the boxes that were arriving from nearby families who were pledging their loyalty to Esteban, and this in specific was for Viktor. “It came to you, from Alexei Aslanov” one of the men said, looking down at his feet, avoiding his and the Alpha’s eyes. They knew the punishment for trying to do so, and each one of them wanted to keep that head of his over his shoulders.

Alpha. The men rose. Even my father stopped breathing. I did not turn until he passed me, and when my eyes caught sight of him as he looked sideways at me, I knew exactly why they froze. It was Dimitri Volkov. Alpha of the Black Fang Pack. Pakhan of the Volkov Bratva. The monster whispered about by wolves and humans alike. He stopped in front of the table. “Why is there a girl on my floor?” One of the men cleared his throat. “Ivan Morozov brought her as partial payment.”