Cinnamoroll Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Do it." The blade flashed in the moonlight as Freda made a quick, shallow cut across each of their palms. Rita barely felt the sting—her focus was on the blood welling up, dark and vibrant. One by one, they pressed their bleeding palms over their names. The parchment shuddered.

Camille hissed, rolling her eyes with annoyance. Camille swallowed. Of all the people she hadn’t missed from the WhiteMoon pack, Leonora Rosenmund topped the list. “Wow,” Leonora drawled coldly. “Look who we have here.” Camille slipped her phone into her bag, face blank. “Move, Nora.” Leonora’s lashes fluttered dramatically. She placed a manicured hand on her chest. “Nora? How adorable.” A cruel laugh spilled from her lips, polished, practiced, like she was performing for an audience.

Annabella announced as she entered only to meet Cindy,her childhood friend sitting in front of the TV looking so serious "What's going on? Why so serious?" Annabella asked and sat down and tried watching but she couldn't understand a thing "What's that?" She asked "What do you mean? Don't tell me you don't know,WEB ZONE is launching their latest gadget tomorrow..S9!!!" Cindy screamed so loud that Annabella had to close her ear "Wow" she muttered,now getting what the news is about "I can't believe this,I've not even used S1 and now S9?" Cindy faked a tear

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

And he hadn’t bothered to. “It’s not what you think. I’m not attracted to you and I wasn’t… inviting you. I have a friend back home… During our last year in high school, we invented a childish game… We called it ‘Candyman’. We still play it, from time to time,” Norah muttered. “It’s such a silly game. We send each other photos of attractive men… So, I took a photo of you. That’s all it was,” she lied. “If it makes you feel objectified, well, you have a glimpse into how I feel right now.” Her insides were churning like a cement mixer.

"The horse has stopped." He gave a small start behind me. "Oh," he murmured. "I'm sorry." Then he reached down to the end of the saddle, his arm grazing my shoulder, and I smelled his skin for the first time that night. I felt all my resolutions fly out the window as I caught a whiff of a woody, earthy smell—the smell of pinecones in the fall, of wood chips in the summer and wet soil in the spring. The smell of my mate.

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?”

It seemed the woman could also smell her cardamom scent because her eyes flashed for a second before going back to normal. A werewolf. Astra smiled in return before replying with a yes. "Welcome to our confectionery store. How may I help you?" "My name is Eve and I would like to purchase a box of cinnamon rolls and banana bread if you don't mind. I've heard a lot about your banana bread and I said to myself that I must try one." "Well, I'm very sure you will enjoy them. Thank you for coming our way."

THE wind blew, and a huge pentagram appeared in front of the paper charm. That pentagram then turned into a screen-like circle. Inside it, one could see a woman sleeping in a messy room. She was snoring and only wearing a loose T-shirt. “Casa,” Rie called. But the other didn’t budge. So, she had to try again in a much louder voice. “Casa!” This time, her aunt’s body jerked, a common movement when someone suddenly woke up. Casa sat up too quickly, causing her to fall from the bed.

He had never smelled such a scent before. The combination of wisteria flowers and a little cinnamon makes Romeo feel at home for a long time to smell the fragrance. Yesterday, he didn't wash the jacket that Rena was wearing and immediately hung it in the corner of her closet. That addiction smells good even when it's not marked. Romeo assumed that if he had already drawn his death, perhaps the fragrance would soothe the soul.