Carla Tsukinami Mga Nobela at Kwento

Nimueh was slung over his shoulder, unconscious. "Hello Shota." Cara smiled, a dark sinister smile. "Cara!" Shota's voice came out hoarse and weak, due to the aconite. Before she could say another word, she fell unconscious.

"Scarlett." ******

The long train seemed to float even when still, and the neckline embraced her shoulders like a living lace halo. “It’s… not exactly modest,” Carla murmured, trying to hide her emotion. “But you’re going to slay in this.” “It’s not made for modesty,” Lyra commented. “It’s made to show who you are. A daughter of the moon. Wife of a god. Mother of the next cycle.” Susan swallowed hard. “I can’t trip, right?” “Only if you want to trigger a collective emotional earthquake among the clans,” Carla shot back with humor. “And if it happens… I’m filming it.”

Instead, a woman sat, sipping a martini, her black dress clinging to her curves, her glossy hair cascading in waves. She was gorgeous—high cheekbones, full lips, an aura that screamed power and sex appeal. She was Japanese, like Kaito. Her dark eyes locked on me with familiarity. Which was weird cause I know I've never met her before. “Oh, you must be the Lisa,” she said, her voice smooth and lightly accented. Her smile more smirk than warm. She stood, offering a manicured hand, her nails were blood-red. “I’m Hana Tanaka.” Confusion slammed into me harder. Tanaka—Kaito’s surname. My stomach twisted, a sick dread rising.

But i still picked the call anyways. "Hi, please are you by anyways, Miss Selene Woods?" - A feminine voice came from the other end, soft, polite and yet, straight to the point. "Yes, i am she!!. How may i be of help to you?" - I replied in a wary tone. "Great!!. My name is Anne Moreau, i'm a manager at Livelia entertainment and also a friend of the professor." - She introduced herself briefly, her tone filled with strict professionalism. " Oh..." - I gasped.

24 hours later. 10:51 pm, Fijidale. [TRISTAN’S POV] Selene gave me another clue—features I could trace to my target— Takeshi Dmitri. She’s getting used to trauma exploitation. She no longer fights me out of her head after I promised to release her when I’m done with my mission. Carlton grimaces as we step out of the car and into the building. If only he knew his best friend is alive, maybe he wouldn’t hate me much.

Her gaze sent a quiver down his spines. “You are all fifteen minutes late.” They sat down faster than a flash of lightning. He huffed, knowing that his mother is the Elder assigned to help them with their mission. Kitori Mizuki, Head Tactician of the Kingdom of Theupholis’ Elite Forces. She is known for her intelligence and tactics.

"Could it be….." Before Maya could finish her sentence, she felt the voice become clear. "Hello Maya, I'm Calista, your wolf." The voice said. Over the past three months, apart from trying to break the curse, Eliphas has also taught her a lot of things like how to communicate with her wolf once it came up. Thus she was only flustered for a moment before she calmed down. She had just been worried that her wolf might never awake since it has been three months since they arrived.

Tiamat waved and disappeared. “Whew.” Silas huffed out. “Are they always like that?” He asked, turning to Selene. He held his hand out. “Hi, I’m Silas Copper SilverMoon and my mate, Karla Ashley SilverMoon.” He introduced. “Ummm, Karla Ashley Hawk, not quite a SilverMoon yet.” Karla corrected. “Someone has yet to mark me.” She narrowed an eye at him. “Well, I, uh…” Silas stammered. Karla started laughing.

" Takamatsu said as he forced himself up to give where he was a closer look. On standing up Takamatsu felt a stiffing pain as some memories he was not familiar with gushed into his brain... Name: Takamatsu Henjiro Tribe: Okorua furuhashi Age: 18 Gift: the perceive hearer Potent gift: immune to flame