Romans & histoires Arogan

the boy beamed happily. ………… Once outside, Aurora began to talk. She knew talking him into accepting his ex wife back was near impossible but she could try right. “Why are you angry?” She started from there, “it is not like you didn’t know she already feels intimidated by me” “The nerve of her to come here and say nonsense to you” Malcolm hissed as he clenched his fist, Angeline was lucky. He was raised never to hit a woman.

She cleared her throat and went back to tending to the potatoes as she asked, “Are you going with us tomorrow to deliver these? Onora has promised to be there. I can’t wait to see how large her belly has grown.” Onora, who was seventeen now, had married a young man from the village late last year, and now she carried her first child. She had married an other, and now that they were wed, if the agreement were true, he would be safe, as would their children. While Aaron would not mind at all to see his sister, the thought of marriage, safety, children, and most of all, the agreement, made him angry again. “I think I shall go chop some wood,” he announced, and without even answering his sister’

‘Tell him that she is ours,' he urges, feeling very territorial since we have yet to mark and claim her as our own. “It smells amazing, like honey suckle and peaches, but I don’t think it’s that of Amaris,” he quickly says, picking up on the sudden nearly boiling tension in my body. “I’ve been around her before, I scented her when your father introduced her to the pack, this is different and my wolf is going nuts wanting to track it.”

LUCA "I'm so-orry," Jonah choked out the words. The poor guy had obviously never said those words before in his life but I didn't give a fuck. Stabbing him with silver did nothing to relieve the anger and tension in my body. It didn't make me feel in the slightest bit better about anything which had happened. And it didn't make me hate him any less than I already did.

Aisha POV: ‘He hung up the call’ I spoke in my mind, I kept staring at my phone screen in haze mind when a Porsche came and stopped in front of me “babe get in….” Michael said peeking through passenger side window, I hoped in his car and we drive off “Is everything fine?” Michael spoke with concern look “AAhmm… Not sure, I called my Mom but she didn’t respond so I called papa and…” I spoke “And what?” Michael questioned staring at road ahead “And someone named RAVAN responded through his phone” I replied “RAVAN? What kind of name is that?” Michael questioned with amused smile “well, I am not 100% sure but it is an Indian Mythological character from Ramayan ?” I replied “Okeis……….. well that

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Liana: “How did you get here?” Aguilar asked, making me raise an eyebrow. “Do you want to know? Or are you merely asking to make conversation?” I asked, taking a bite of the strawberry that was set between us. “I am genuinely curious about the reason of why you hate me so much. You have been fighting nonstop, at least, so I have heard. You seem to be rather obedient.” He said, and I bit my bottom lip before picking up a grape and putting it between his lips, feeding it to him. He went to bite it, but I snatched half of it, making him smirk before he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me to straddle his lap.

Cain pulled the knife from the sheath and held it up to observe it. The blade glinted in early morning sunlight that drifted through the windows. Cain placed the knife on the ground and slid it over me. It stopped just shy of my foot and I leaned down to pick it up. Examining it, I knew it was definitely a military-grade knife. "It's an Ari B'Lilah," Cain said. "It's an extreme use combat knife with the toughest and strongest penetrating point possible and one of the finest tactical combat weapons made in the world today—-specifically for the world's most elite counterterrorism unit, the Israeli YAMAN."