Cintaku Novels & Stories

Her eyes glow faintly with HUD overlays. She sips from a metallic flask, clearly bored. ADETAYO "Another false trip?" A nearby tech, scrolls through a feed. TECH "Perimeter node 4-C. Someone walked right through. Didn’t even flinch." ADETAYO "Name?" The tech types quickly. A holographic profile flickers up: TUNDE ALAO, Miner ID: RU-Q3A-1120. TECH "Tunde Alao. Low-risk. Clean record. Works Quarry 3A. Sings while digging, apparently."

, he replied truthfully "Oh, what about her?", Harry asked "Don't you think she is cute?", Kavinsky asked "Yeah, maybe a little", Harry replied and shrugged "A little?!", Kavinsky asked in a very loud voice. He widened his eyes in surprise at Harry's reply "Yeah?", Harry asked confusingly "She is pretty and it's not a little. You should have seen her play the piano too, she is really good at it. And the way she talks, God! Even though she ignores me a lot", Kavinsky answered looking all mesmerized and frowned at the last sentence

She buried her face into his chest and muffled giggles followed a murmured ‘so possessive. “Nice to meet you,” Daiji took his hand and my blood boiled. How dare they just ignore me. Me! They acted as though I wasn’t standing here, as though I was merely some peasant for them to speak over. “This is my Beta, Joe, and my Delta, Bill,” Daiji continued, introducing the pair of Kitsune flanking them with a jerk of his head in each of their directions.

William and the knights suddenly became alerted and their hands tightly gripped around the handle of their swords. The mysterious men and women stood in front of us. The man in a long black coat with hair that fell on his shoulders reached out his hand to my father to shake it. “Lord Zakariah Bathory,” he introduced himself as his eyes glinted into a red hue for a second. “The Clan of the Blood Moon is delighted to be here,” he added as his lips formed a smile. A smile that was wide enough that I was able to see his sharp fangs.

I don't need to turn to look at him and I can see my miserable future capt in his cage. I turned to see him averagely away from me six seven steps. he is looking completely red, furious, his eyes are hard and narrowed, not only that his face muscles are clenched, the jawline is more sharper than before saying he is clenching his jaw with that indicating, that I am in his bad book and his jaw gritting to that extent that his teeth are grinding over each other.

Don Torento raised an eyebrow, Amanda looked away from him quickly, she wanted to slam her palm on her forehead for saying something stupid. Don Torento was looking at her like he wanted to tear her limbs to limbs, she gulped. "S—sorry, I say stupid things sometimes."

Bozo found a stone from the fallen building and relaxed his weight. He tucked his sword under his armpit and with his free hands took out his snuff-box from his pouch. He taped the coverlid and scooped a large portion into his nostrils with his index finger. The electrifying rush that went from his brain to all parts of his body made him shiver as he groaned with pleasure. The people of Umunta have become his favorite. They were skilled in grinding the tobacco smoothly and the lack of adulteration made him fond of their product. Unlike his previous sellers who often mix the tobacco with colorants and other useless leaves, this was the best anyone could ever ask for.

"Yamamoto Kusakara, he's Yamamoto Kusakara!" Lei Tianrui and the others jittered. They had done enough research to know more about their enemy. Yamamoto Kusakara was one of them. He was not on the top list of the powerhouses in Japan, but he had already reached the third level of Covert Power.

╭────────── ⋅ ⋅ ✦❘༻༺❘✦⋅ ⋅ ──────────╮ 𝐑𝐎𝐙𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐘 [ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ] ⬛ 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐞 : 𝐑𝐮𝐛𝐲 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐍𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 : 𝟏𝟑

None of it mattered except this—Eli's hand on my jaw, his lips against mine, the taste of him like coming home and leaving it at the same time. "You're sure?" he asked when we broke apart. "I've never been more sure of anything uncertain in my life." He laughed—that beautiful, full-bodied laugh I'd spent so long denying I loved. "That might be the most Adrian thing you've ever said." The business plan was beautiful in its simplicity: Chen & Associates. Not Westbrook. Not someone else's vision. Ours. We'd built something unprecedented in the industry—the merger of strategic analysis and emotional intelligence. We'd proven it worked. Now we were going to own the proof.