Chani Novels & Stories

Nanhi kali sone chali hawa dhire ana Nind bhare pnkh lie jhula jhula jaana Chaand kiran si gudiya naajon ki hai pali Aj agar chaandaniya ana meri gali Gun gun gun git koi haule haule gaana Resham ki dor agar pairon ko ulajhaae Ghunghar ka daana koi shor macha jaae Raani meri jaagi to fir nindiya tu bahalaana ***************************** ~~Shrinkhla Singh😊😊😊

” Don whispered as he turned back to locate his master. Aside the reception room/chamber. Phelan crawled on the ground like a snake that was already destroyed, and she was clearly weak. From a distant, someone with sympathy could clearly say that she lost. Or even she never deserved to be fought for she was never a wolf or whatsoever. Suddenly, her anger arose again as she tried to recollect her energy. Growling and whimpering on the ground, anger arose, and this time she could not control it. By her fists, supported her whole body as she rose from the ground with power and her eyes turning from golden-yellow to red…

Rashid Chacha chuckled slowly, much to her annoyance. "Arre Baba!! Chandni Bitiya ka gussa ab kaise kam hoga ? (How can we calm Chandni, now that she is so angry?) I know!! Let's go and eat your favourite Baraf ka Gola# " (# Coloured and Flavoured Crushed Ice on sticks, sold by small vendors near beaches and streets)

I wished I had taken the time to apply at least a light makeup. "Do you still have more bags or is this the last one." "Just five more to go." "What! isn't that too much luggage?" "This is my last day here so I'm taking all my stuff back home with me." "If you say so," Anthony replied and started back to the hostel. He was such a fine gentleman that I didn't want to part ways with him which was quite inevitable unless a miracle happened. "Are you a student here." "Yes." "What department." "Engineering."

Champagne stood in the alley waiting for the metal rusty door to be opened, She had sent a text to her best friend Sam asking to meet here. The old neon sign above flicked on and off in red, it felt like it was representing her mood. Champagne debated on telling Sam to fix the sign or not but what was the use. Lazy Sam would agree to fix it but then forget about it the next instant The rustling sound of the door made her look up at the same time Sam appeared.

And even if I succeeded in rescuing her, I'd still be waiting for her to die and hoping he returns to me? I looked at Damon, my sister, and my parents. "You know what?" I bit out, my tone cold. "Congratulations." They were looking at me in dismay. They were expecting me to get this. To be nice. To be thoughtful. Not today. Just as I was sitting there, a familiar voice hit my mind. Ravina? Where are you? I've been trying to reach you. Anna. My best friend. Our pack's healer. I need you to take me for a ride, I told her.

It was as if they were welcoming royalty into their home. “Welcome, spero che il viaggio fin qui sia andato bene.” Seraphina Vitelli came up to me, hugging me and kissing my cheeks “Yes, the drive here was fine, thank you,” I forced a smile. “Well then, come, come!” She was quite beautiful, looking at her from up close, she had light green eyes and platinum blonde hair, which suited her perfectly. She looked so much like her daughter, except for the hair. “I’m sure you’ve all met, this is Elia,” she motioned to her husband, “my children, and your husband, who doesn’t seem to want to greet his wife,” she said the last part sternly.

He’s gazing at all of us like he’s a mother hen keeping an eye on her chicks. Oba sets the cognac on the table with a small, ceremonial thump and unbuttons his coat. Five. Chana shows up at twenty past nine. She comes through the door, drops her bag, locks eyes with me across the room, and walks straight to me at the kitchen table. Her glossy black hair is pulled back so tight it looks like it might be hurting her. “Oliver.” “Chana.” “You’re alive.” “As far as I can tell.” “Did you do anything stupid?”

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jenni March, I am 18 years old, daughter of Rick and Rose, The Alpha and Luna of Crystal Forrest, a community nestled next to a quiet town in Southern Tennessee. I have lived here all my life and it is the most beautiful and charming place. Between the hills, and the creeks and rivers, its pure bliss.