Romans & histoires Cirilla

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

the rest is history" "That's great. What will you have me do?" Kay moved to the refrigerator and brought out some labelled Mccartney bottles in a perforated still tray and handled them to him "I need you to extract the rRNA bases from these samples for a start, we will move from there" "On it" A beep alert goes off, they both checked their phones simultaneously. "Oh no!" They both look shocked. We can't find the patient Laila. Doctor-on-duty. "This is bad!"

Jayce said, answering my curiosity. “What is inside it, then?” Jayce didn’t answer my question but opened the box, and inside was a beautiful silver pendant with a star on it. “It’s beautiful,” I said, as Jayce wrapped it around my neck. “What is this?” I asked, looking at the star on it. “It’s a north star pendant,” Jayce said. “Do you know what that symbolizes?” I shook my head at the words.

says Hala, and calls to the group with the others, asking about that school. "You mean CCR?" asks Tula, and Hala shrugs. "What's that?" I ask. "Conversive Circuitry Repository. It's some institute, kinda like ours, that researches scientific and magical anomalies," says Tula, "it's not a school, but it's out there. I heard about it somewhere, but I just know we probably can't go there." "I wonder why it's a sister school then," says Syl.

she laughed then apologized " actually Saraba means goodies, like gifts you bring for loved ones when they come back home mostly something edible, like popcorn or cake or sweets and candies. Stuffs like that" she explained with passion " oh okay, what a funny name for treats, but sorry I did not get you any Saraba but when next I get a chance I will pick some saraba for you" mara replied. Fun Fact: Saraba is a word from the Hausa tribe of Nigeria. It is a word most used by the northerners in Nigeria.

there was a round of applause as Constantine stood up and walked to the runaway "Good afternoon everybody," he said in a deep voice "I present to you my new collection," he said removing the ribbon as he shouted 'Eulalia'. There was a standing ovation as people applauded I just remained in my seat surprised and awed. My eyes were on Constantine and his eyes were on me, he just smiled at me. This was why he didn't want to tell me the name because he used my name. This melted my heart, I was so stunned. Constantine came back to his seat beside me while the models walked the runway in the lingerie set

an old man sang his joy away. Murai cleaned his face with his palm. He hurled the decapitated head away, and it landed on the ground, rolling over and over again. He ran down to join his brothers in gyration. They danced in excitement, swinging their hands in a dance of honor for a man due for it. When they were tired, they settled down on the ground, anticipating an explanation of what had just happened. Murai was ready to tell them. He still couldn’t believe it himself. What had just happened? Now that the adrenalin had finished pumping, he was faced with the reality of his actions.

He didn’t answer for another second; then another minute. “What the hell do you fucking mean that I met her?!” “She wouldn’t let me speak her name…” His friend tried to open his mouth as if to try to speak the Blood Mistress’ name this time. To no avail, Cyrill didn’t hear even a gasp from him. “Then write it, you idiot!” With pain still flowing in his friend’s veins, he lifted a finger—a hand. Cyrill deduced that he was writing something on the air. He was writing the letter M, then the letter A.

Iulia stood in the middle with her arms linked with the men’s. “Good morning, Mr Michelson,” Iulia said as he approached, without even turning back to see him. “I trust you slept well?” Sleep? Very funny. Andrei chuckled beside her, but the demon wolf remained quiet. “Good morning, ma’am,” he answered. Yulia reached into the base of the fountain and ran a hand through the water. The silver in the oval ornament in the middle glowed briefly before he sensed a change in the air. He had always known the fountain was significant, with its silver markings in an ancient language, but he still didn’t know the purpose of it. But now it seemed it had something to do with the Council’s magic. He would

I looked outside the window and thought about Cyrene. How she lost the love of her life. How sad their parents must be but enduring everything for the sake of their family. I have just realized that I only know a few things about Cyrus but here I am, living under the same roof and even made love with him. Love. But what bothers me more is the words that kept confusing me since day one. Alpha, Mates, Beta, Bond, Sparks, Pack... They keeping saying these words and I don't even know why but I feel like there's more to it.