Contemporary Novels & Stories

This ideology has been popular abroad for hundreds of years, but my mother is a rural woman who is bound by the old, outdated ideas left by her ancestors. “The lady should have one husband. However the husband was, the wife had to keep her own standard mentalities.” But he has a brand new though. You see, has my mother caught the rhythm of modern life? My younger sister, Daisy, is at a low level compared with my mom. Daisy belongs to the old generation. Living abroad for many years her clothes are too old fashioned while the young generation always wears short skirts, and shirts to show off their beautiful body. I really don’t understand what century Daisy is living in. What kind of lady doe

my mate I still knew I have someone that the moon goddess made for me. Putting the thought aside I text her back " thanks im call you when getting home ". Arriving home putting the food and my dress away I called and talk Cheryl before starting dinner, talking to her always clears my head especially after what she told me earlier. " Trina dear I wouldn't worry about him," she said to me knowing I would be " Micheal is the last person on my mind right now " telling her " Okay if he not then who or what is on your mind," she asked and to be truthful every damn thing got me on edge since I got here "it's like the air here is different, like a haze a little .... I don't know girl" I hear silenc

I caught Scarlett trying to mouth something to Ruby but she stopped when I turned my head and Ruby didn't get the message. "That's perfect. The dance ends at eleven. We can leave a few minutes early and meet your friend. Then we can take all of you, including her, to the Den to hang." I smirked. Ruby looked annoyed. "I'm not sure if Mac will want to go to the Den. Or if our Mom's will let us." Cassy pointed out and Ruby nodded. "I'm sure your Moms won't care. I heard that they let you party all over New York. Cherry practically grew up at the Den. If Mac is anything like the two of you, she'll love it too." Jackal argued.

For now, at least. For now.

“It wasn’t constructed for him.” Who was it constructed for? Contessa forged ahead, opened a door, and turned on a light. The room consisted of eight reclining leather seats arranged like a theater. “The controls are over here” —she pointed at a cabinet— “as are a wide selection of DVDs. With cable, virtually every station you’d want to watch is available.” “I guess I could catch up on some series I’ve been too busy to watch.” Contessa huffed. Or maybe not. Across the hallway, she opened the door to a beautiful library. The scent of books permeated the air.

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She giggles while she answers, “Look at you! You are spotter and intelligent, aside from being handsome...” Eric blushes and smiles at Aika. Goddess, what a beautiful smile he has! Then she says, “Well, yes, handsome, my tips are what determine the types of gifts I possess.” He asks, “And which are they?” She answers, “I am a convergent wolf.” “Convergent?” Eric says thoughtfully. “Did you say convergent?” Mom asks inquisitively, wiping away her tears and changing her tone to one of concern and caution.

Grinning he breathed in as he placed a gentle kiss against a spot in my neck that erupted with sparks of pleasure, something I couldn’t understand nor explain. “Is it you’re eighteenth birthday today Laya?” He asked in a low purring tone close to my ear, I instantly felt my pelvis begin to throb from his words. I breathed in and out so slowly that I almost forgot to breath at all, “H-how did you know that?” Smirking he shook his head as his lips began tracing down my neck, “Remember I told you there were things about myself that I needed to tell you,” He whispered in a seductive way, Nodding I swallowed hard as I tried to control my breathing,