Asriel Vore Mga Nobela at Kwento

It accepts him. Like he belongs here so thoroughly the earth doesn’t bother reacting. I don’t like how much that registers. “I know who you are,” he says. “That makes one of us.” His mouth twitches. Not a smile. A decision. “Ashton Ashborne,” he says. “Crown heir of the Northern Packs.” Of course he is. The name fits him—old, heavy, built to last through wars. I nod once. “Vaelira.” His gaze sharpens—not recognition. Interest. The kind that weighs consequences and proceeds

With all the time you spend stalking me, you might as well keep a closer eye on Marcus, in case he starts flirting around and you can't keep up. [Friendly reminder. Your actions already constitute defamation. Do you need me to tag the police account for you?] Just as I sent the last message, the front door suddenly flew open. I looked up and saw Ashford White, my fiancé, just getting off work. He had not even changed out of his shoes. He walked toward me while still holding the files for the next day's court hearing. "Zoey, did you accidentally offend someone?" Ashford frowned and handed me his phone. I looked down, and my blood almost froze.

She turned around to yell at him but he took her by surprise when he grabbed her hand and pulled her with him as he walked towards Asaiah. "Why are your thoughts always so crude, brother?" Asriel asked his brother with a sigh. Asaiah had not looked up from the PC but he shrugged with a grin. "Believe me brother, my thoughts are ten times more crude than you can ima_ ah!" His statement was cut short when Asriel sprayed water on him. Asaiah jumped off Asriel's chair and glared at the baby blue water spray bottle in Asriel's hand. "What is your problem?" Asaiah asked angrily. Asriel just sprayed him again and this time, Asaiah ran into the bathroom. Asriel turned his attention back to Selena. H

Valerie As I turned over, I was greeted by the sight of Ares lying beside me, still asleep. His face was peaceful, a slight smile tugging at the corners of his lips, as if he were reliving the same cherished memories in his dreams. I reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from his forehead, my heart swelling with love for this incredible man who had brought so much joy into my life.

My eyelids try to close with all their might, but I resist and slowly manage to open them, although everything is blurry, I see that I am on the ground, lying. When I close and reopen them, Azael's face appears in front of me, watching me with a frown, with his piercings and his black shirt through which his tattoos peek out and spread across his neck. But when I blink again, there is no sign of him. As if it was part of my imagination.

It was even still dripping from his bloodied hands and the scent of it was so disgusting that I felt like throwing up. He bent over on one knee in front of me and his right hand was holding a black rose. My lips were quivering while feeling the fear within my body. Using the black rose, he gently rubbed it on my skin. It went smoothly and I even felt something tingling inside me as my thoughts went too wild.

--But how will I be able to find it? “That power! So, you’ve finally recovered it now” I heard someone said in his mind, As I turned around, I saw a young boy floating in front of me. It’s a soul that’s neither alive nor dead. He’s looking at me with a smile and delighted. It made me pause for a moment. “Hi Azzie!” He said “Do you need any help?!” He asked, then looked me straight in the eyes. That made me smile. AZRAEL THE LAST PSYCHOPOMP

She did not want to waste her chance roasting the man who cheated on her best friend. "You mean you're that Ash-" "Yes... He's that Ashton Grey. The one that owned that big fashion company. AG Atelier, remember? The company used to hold a lot of design contests for art students before. Ashley and I used to participate in those contests before and we often told you that, you know... What a turn of events, Ashley ended up marrying the owner of that company," Hana kept roasting the guy harshly.

“I know you can hear us.” Aria began to tremble. Vaelin narrowed his eyes. “Don’t listen to them.” Aria squeezed her eyes shut, her face conflicted. Rael stepped even closer. “You don’t belong to Vaelin. You are Aria. You are light.” Aria’s eyes snapped open—and for the first time, they were no longer dark. The familiar blue shimmer returned. Vaelin snarled. “No! I will not lose this body!” Lorian swung his sword, striking Vaelin with all his strength.