Arcosian Oc Mga Nobela at Kwento

I was not certain but he wasn't really a fan of cameras, plus he owned this place. "Over the years there's been no actual skincare products that were made without chemicals, Even the ones that were made didn't work properly for the skin but OLAD company have managed to look aside every other company's idea and maintain customers skin with their 'all in one' products.." he kept talking but I stopped listening. Many people were now murmuring about OLAD company, judging it but it didn't make me nervous. Not anymore. We deserved the best award. "Ladies and gentlemen I present to you Mrs Adele Smith and her daughter, Ola Smith" The moment those words were said. I stood up in pride and held my mom

Ace said as he kissed the back of her hand and smirked. The blonde was the first to smile and acknowledge her, “Hi dear! My name Bec, this is my husband, Marcus.” She said with a thick southern accent. She was cute. “It’s nice to meet you both,” Runa says, taking their hands in her own. She noticed that Marcus had the same mark under his eye as Ace. “Let me guess, Ryan’s calling you mama now?” Bec teased as she linked arms with her, scooping her away from the boys.

Leon answering while crossing his arms in front of his chest. "Wait, so who is that girl again, Owen?" Louis is now asking him too with curiosity. "Her name is Angelica, Angelica Bright. Her family migrated to US when we were 10 years old, were kind of friends back then." Owen answered. And now, everyone's attention bound to Owen. "Is he pretty?" It's Louis again. "Yeah, Very pretty." Owen is telling the truth now. Everyone's became silent. Owen thought their professor is already in the front, so he sit properly. But unfortunately, there's still nothing in front. He then look at his classmates... They were busy typing on their phones.

Ace's POV We landed safely at the airstrip. It was 5:05am. The clouds were heavily pregnant and it was apparent it’d rain heavily in a few minutes if not seconds. I put on my hat and my opaque sunglasses, and walked down the staircase, carrying my suitcase in my hand. The cool but strong breeze blew my black knee length coat ,dramatically. As soon as I stepped down, one guy in a black suit came running to help me with my not so heavy suitcase, and led the way to the cars. Marco was standing steadily beside three cars, his hands held together in front, waiting for me.

"Oh, yeah," "May I?" She inquired as she shuffled closer, putting down her mug. Giving her a nod, she grasped his wrist in her hand as she looked at the tribal design in fascination. The other arm had a compass and arrow hybrid on the forearm. Arcangelo looked at her intrigued expression for a moment before looking away, seemingly uninterested. "They're..." Rosalie trailed as Arcangelo downed the remainder of his drink in one go. "They're very cool." Halting for a moment, he glanced at her from the corner of his eye before acknowledging her words with a nod.

ACE I stared out into the night feeling a phantom chill race down my spine. My leather-clad hands were stuffed in the pockets of the black trench coat I wore. The sky was dark — not a cloud or star in sight but what else could I expect when I was standing in a city like this? The moon shone its silver rays upon us but even that was murky, the light being drowned out by the city lights that would have held a certain type of magic to it if it weren't something I saw every bitter day of my life.

Adonis was nowhere in sight, which was a small blessing—she wasn’t ready to explain where she had been, or why. Once inside her room, Lisa locked the door and sank into the chair at her desk. She pulled out the vial, holding it up to the light. The liquid inside shimmered with a strange, almost otherworldly glow. This was part of the antidote, but it was far from enough. Without the rest, Ace’s fate was still in the balance.

Old friend, we have to quit meeting like this…. ***** I work to blink my heavy eyes open, hospital, I’m back in the hospital. I take in my surroundings and I see Alpha Zac. Is it weird to keep calling him Alpha Zac? Should I just call him Zac now? Zac is sitting in a chair with his arm on the rest holding his head up as he gently snores. Wow, he is so gorgeous. His brown hair is a little messy but still somehow perfect. These gorgeous lashes grace where I know his sparkling sapphires are hiding, I see some dark circles as well, what a wild day this has been.

As if he’s able to discern the direction my thoughts have taken, he says, “I’m a transplant—or, well, technically, I’m adopted into the pack since rogues destroyed my pack. Alpha Glendon and Luna Cherice allowed the family that I live with to take me in when I was just a pup and raise me as their own.” “I’m Maxon, by the way,” he says, holding out a dirt and blood-covered hand for me to shake. I glance at it with a raised eyebrow, and then back at him. “Oh, shit,” he says with a chuckle as he pulls his hand pack, dropping it to his side, and then wipes it against the leg of his jeans, which aren’t much cleaner than the hand itself. “It’s fine,” I say with a small chuckle of my own. “And my n

Once Arcas is satisfied, he begins a slow run, making sure the tiny toddler on his back can stay on. We don’t run full force because of Seneca but we quickly cover ground, and the sound of our daughter's laughter fills the night air. I peer up at the moon whose face seems to be smiling down at us, when suddenly I notice movement from the corner of my eye. Arcas must see it too as he slows and a rumbling from his chest can be heard as warns whoever is close to us to keep their distance.