Cerita Novel Karmila Novels & Stories

The Lonely Eyes was finally inscribed as the title of the novel. Yuki Carter is the famous writer that even Dahlia liked her writing. But it’s been a while since her top one t best-seller novel published and her new books was underrated. She couldn’t even be part of the List of Best-seller author. Until she asked a favor to her brother Kai Carter, to buy a specific place where she maybe can write well, the Ofemia Milktea Shop. Kai Carter is a Mafia boss and without knowing he is the Grand Alpha of the existing werewolves. Getting the Milktea Shop is just snapping his finger to grant his adopted sister wish.

she muttered, her eyes fixed on the book which was so dusty and crisped. Quickly, Lilia sat on her bed and flipped through the first page, her curious eyes glanced through each word. This book was a gift bestowed on her on her ninth birthday by Mama Gunad, the book that contains the legendary story of the cursed werewolf no human has ever laid eyes on. With a racing heart, Lilia flipped through each page as the first three pages failed to mention the name of the werewolf.

says Brent, “Lilia, you tell us whatever places you’ve been in and we’ll get to work.” Lilia narrates to them a list of all the places she is associated with, from her first orphanage and her first foster home to the café where she had been fired from the night she had first met the three of them. “Right, let’s get to work,” says Damion and the three of them leave the room, Brent kissing Lilia on his way out. * Carl is sitting on a sofa in his mansion looking at two naked girls in front of him kissing each other.

I collapsed in the street with my clothes in disarray. Vanessa Coleman looked at me with eyes full of aching concern and draped a jacket over me. "Don't talk about it," she comforted me. "Let's go home first." The eyes of neighbors and acquaintances cut into me like knives. I shuddered all over and finally believed that I really had been reborn. In my previous life, I had been kidnapped for no clear reason. Twenty-four hours later, I was dumped outside my own home.

Kate demanded, her voice strong and resolute. I sighed deeply. “To be honest, I wanted you to hear this from Camila herself. But to make you believe what I’m saying, here’s what happened. Years ago, Camila and I worked together in Saudi Arabia. I met her at a grocery store where she was hiding after escaping from her abusive employer. Bernardo and I took pity on her and took her in, even though Bernardo initially objected because we didn’t know her. But I convinced him to let her stay with us.

They said that she was actually Don Facundo's mistress, and the resort was compensation so Carmelita wouldn’t bother the married couple anymore. That's why Carmelita left and went to Manila then because she felt guilty because her mother died out of anger because Carmelita's mother couldn't handle her daughter being a gold-digger. But Carmelita's face is really thick. It is said that maybe her sustenance from Don Facundo ran out or she found no one to support her luxuries, so she returned to the island last year and messed up with Don Facundo again. So, the couple left rather than have his wife, Donya Marta, die of resentment. Then her best friend Agatha, who is living with her because she i

I had come across many things and people these few months—charlatans, witches, rogues, and werewolves—but they had nothing to do with what I was after. These people were no good, truth be told. But that was not what I was there for. I needed to focus on my mission. My last encounter, the witch, was my helping hand to this alley where I was now being followed by this drunk fool. …. On one of my many dead ends, I had encountered a witch named Carmila, who was a popular medium in that area. Further probing into her case led me down a rabbit hole of rumors and stories about her. Stories of how she single-handedly fought against colonial masters and their army after many years of oppression.

Gemila pouted her lips. “Sorry best but marriage isn't for me." Yasmine winked before standing up. “I think you should actually write a book on this. Don't just throw it away." Gemita suggested. “You think so? What would I call it?" Gemila asked. “Mistaken Identity." Yasmine replied with a smile. “Huh?" Gemila furrowed her brows. “You did say Harry sent his men to kill Romero and they ended up killing your sister instead of you right? Though no one actually died but still, they mistook Gemita to be you so that's the best title." Yasmine explained.