Be With You Aphmau Mga Nobela at Kwento

I must be quite crazy. "Hey, bestie. Come home already. We miss you, you annoying person. You left us seven years ago and suddenly developed an allergy to the Philippines. What's that, SYA-AFPA?" She said to me again. "Wait, what does SYA-AFPA mean?" I asked her, feeling confused. "Well, it stands for Seven years ago-away from Philippines-allergy. Just kidding," she responded, laughing simultaneously. Her laughter had a hint of villainy to it.

--- For the first time in days, Sophia sounded relieved. --- "Where are you?" --- "A hotel." --- There was a brief silence. --- "Come stay with me." --- Amara hesitated. --- "I don't want to be a burden." --- "You're my best friend." --- Sophia's voice softened. --- "You could never be a burden." --- Amara closed her eyes. --- For the first time in weeks... She felt supported. --- "Thank you." --- Hours later, she moved into Sophia's apartment. --- It wasn't luxurious.

I left my office and walked into the living room, hoping the movement would settle the uneasiness building inside me, It didn't. My wolf was pacing restlessly inside me, refusing to settle. “Can we go out and bring her ourselves?” my wolf asked. I stopped walking. “You know that’s impossible. How can you suggest that?” I said. The idea was absurd, I couldn't simply leave the palace and go searching for a woman in the middle of the day. The curse prevented me from stepping into sunlight, and there were limits to what I could even do. But my wolf didn't care about any of that, he wanted her.

“Maa... sorry.” “Oh my, you!” Afgan rolled his eyes angrily. “Sorry, I'm so nauseous...” “You drank too much!” Afgan growled. Afgan snorted in annoyance and turned to his mother. “Okay, Mom, where's the nearest pharmacy?” Achmed felt interrupted in his meal by what Adelia was doing, and the middle-aged man bluntly said, “Just name the medicine. Doctor Bram will provide it later. We have hospital-class facilities here. You have nothing to worry about.”