Bola Mata Indah Novels & Stories

Though she had been surprised by it, and had wondered the reason for it along the passageway, but it was immediately washed away when she thought Rolex night be with a guest. Another shocking surprise came, when Diana met flowers waiting for her. Again, it reminded her of her mother, and so she had to look away from them. Those were her mother's favourite Flowers. Ones her mother never failed to pick in their garden whenever they visited her. Diana remember vividly these words. "These brought I and you father together Diana. He won my heart with just this and since then I fell in love with them.' Diana also recalled herself smiling when her mother said that, then her mother leaned to her lev

It was like the universe knew this was it. "They were up in the balcony when Robert lost his temper and pushed her out of his way since he was running late for a meeting. Mom had bumped her head slightly but got up strong. This though was just a facade. When Robert made his way downstairs mom experienced dizziness. "I went up to check on her and she seemed to be losing balance. She looked at her hands and rubbed her eyes. She was panicking. She shook her head trying to shake it off but this was a fatal move. She got even more dizzy. Then she tripped and fell backwards over the balcony railing and down onto the paving landing on her head.

An impressive bait that the uncle would not want to let go of. *** "Fahrena Alamanda?" Matthew read each line of data from the screen of the tablet given to him by Satya, the owner of the place that often invited him to see the game. "Where did you find the good stuff?" Normally, Matthew would just be a spectator, watching passionate women being enjoyed all at once. But this time he was interested in seeing every curve presented before his eyes. The girl called Rena by the bidder had the right shape. The fragrance emitted when the surface of her skin became an olfactory harbor was able to arouse Matthew instantly.

“Take your designated places. The registration period has ended.” Movement spread through the ballroom. The women were directed toward the center of the floor, where a large silver circle had been inlaid into the marble. Until that moment, I had assumed it was simply decoration. Up close, I saw the words carved around its edge. Ancient promises. Warnings. Names of Moon Goddesses and forgotten wolves. The hunters gathered outside the circle. Seventeen men. Some looked young and hungry for the prestige of a successful capture. Others stood with the calm confidence of wolves accustomed to taking what they wanted.

he said, and suddenly the air felt strange. Everyone around me started whispering, turning to each other with wide eyes and open mouths. I froze. The Mate Games. I’ve heard stories, like everyone else. Old tales. Fables meant for children. Girls pulled from villages to compete for the hand of a royal heir. Magic and power and fate all tangled into one big, unbelievable mess. But that’s all they were. Stories. Until now. “They say the heir has the rarest kind of wolf,” a woman beside me whispered to her friend. “Unbound. Untouched by bond. Free.”

And we don't have enough money to always buy it from the store. ''Uh'' I reply, drying my face with a towel. ''Still wet after the storm. Was easy to find animal tracks. We'll have venison today''. I smile at her once beautiful face, framed with loose strands of her blonde hair. In just one year, my mother looks like she got older by ten. Wrinkles cross her forehead, bags under her eyes say she didn't get a decent sleep in a while. Her skin clings to her cheekbones as if forcefully stretched. She has been like this for a while now. ''I'll fetch some vegetables, then'' is all she says and goes outside.

Elena frowned at the sheer amount, but I caught the flicker of admiration in her eyes. "Oh! My goodness, is that the ballerina?" An elderly woman cried as I opened the back door for Elena. "That’s the ballerina from the magazine!" Three older women with arms loaded with shopping bags gawked at her, and Elena turned red as a tomato. "Yes! She’s the Prima Ballerina of New York," another confirmed. They scuttled toward her, excitement spilling from them. Elena’s face was quickly obscured by a mask, and I couldn’t read her expressions anymore but I could feel the tension in the air. Their excitement drew a small crowd who watched in awe.