Novelas y relatos de Chara's

I mumbled gently, trying not to stutter. He smiled, making his face look so edible. “Well, I'm sorry if I disrupted your alone session. I actually needed to escape home.” I nodded in understanding, dropping my bag. “I guess I know how that feels. I am Kira.” “I am Carl.” He said with an outstretched arm. “Nice to meet you.” “Nice to meet you, too.” I responded, taking his hand. I almost moaned, there were the softest palms I have ever touched. Furthermore, I couldn't help but comment on it, “how come you have such soft palms for a man?”

“Miss, please calm down for a moment.” “CALM DOWN FOR A MOMENT? HOW CAN I CALM DOWN WHEN I DON’T EVEN KNOW WHAT HAPPENED TO MY FIANCE?!” Auria lashed out and Detective Olive did not know what to do as he was being flinged from left to right by Auria. Who knew the brunette woman was capable of having such strength. “He–help— help me.” Detective Olive pleaded to Jack and Azrick, to which Jack complied.

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

“You were… happy. I wanted to keep it that way. I couldn’t possibly make you all sad and depressed and counting the time.” “You’re an idiot,” Martha whispers tearfully, and Mason gives the smallest, saddest smile. The door suddenly slams open, starling everyone inside. Everyone jumps. “ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?!” It’s Chara. She’s visibly wild, wind and tangled hair, mismatched boots, eyeliner smudged from either tears or speed, suspiciously the former though. She storms into the room with the energy of a rain storm, ignoring Arthur’s half raised hand like she’s on a mission to kill someone, and at this rate, to kill Mason even before the tumor does.

The sight of infiltrators being slaughtered daily by the mighty Alpha Ryu gave me nothing but goosebumps. “Don’t you think Alpha Ryu is the best in the world?” a thin voice let out. The sight of Sasha, a fellow maid, came to sight. “Alpha Ryu is just like the others, if you ask me. He’s cruel, ruthless, and definitely not the man any lady should be dealing with.” “I think he’s handsome, charming, and has a physique every lady would be dying to be underneath.” Sasha responded, her eyes concentrating on the ceiling as she daydreamed.

I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family. "I'm sorry", she whispered. "It's fine," I said and held out my hand to give her a handshake. She looked at me with a confused look. "We're doing a proper introduction now. I'm Annabelle Siromani. You are?" "Carly Austin." Then we shook on it and I went back to my parents and Colton. Wait, Dex was there too. Maybe he came to watch the action or to give me moral support. Either way, I was glad to see him.

In the text message, Nanako said: ‘Charlie-kun, I have great news to share with you! Charlie pretended not to know anything and replied to her: ‘What’s the great news? Hurry up and tell me.’ Nanako replied: ‘I have mastered the endoscopic ability and the circulation of essential qi! Strictly speaking, I’ve already become a true martial artist!’ Charlie pretended to be surprised and replied: ‘Seriously?! You’ve become a martial artist so quickly?! Isn’t that a little too fast?’

The idea that a virtual stranger could do that to her, could make her nearly frantic with need, did not please her. Maybe there’s something in the air, she thought suspiciously, taking a discrete sniff. Maybe it’s not me at all, but something to do with that thing he calls me. What was it, a charmer? Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye, she asked, “What is this charmer business about, anyway?” He looked at her; obviously surprised she would choose to speak to him. He took a moment to answer. “A charmer makes men want her. It’s the special pheromone she produces that makes the Haunt male wild.”

"Udele na agwuba. Mba, ha enweghi njiko obula (There is no relationship between a Vulture and a shaving blade)" Ejima lifted her head to the voice of the Dibia. The woman had not changed since the last four months they met. Her features were still small and gnostic. Tattered hair and clothing, with white cowering hanging here and there, matched the colours of the skulls on her staff but contrasted the dark-hooded eyes. The only significant thing that seemed to have changed in her appearance was the white ceremonial chalk lines that masked her face.

Devika just smirked as she replies "You shouldn't have poured a whole ass bucket of freezing water at 5 in the morning, to wake me up " "But it wasn't me! It was Sorin , you little brat" Maceo argues "Well you were his sidekick, weren't you? Standing there and helping him play his stupid pranks on me. So this is what you get for being his sidekick" Devika lies back smiling satisfactorily. Aarav huffed and let out a string of expletives under his breath as he glared at Devika.