Dewa Ming Novels & Stories

"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.

I held out my free hand. Maliya’s face contorted, but she masked it quickly with a smile, “oh. Nice to meet you. Isn’t Ren a guy’s name?” She laughed. Does she think she looks cute in that blue cocktail dress? “It’s short for Maren.” She bobbed her head, “so, Dev, want to go surfing later?” The hell? She regarded me as if I wasn’t here.

Dewa said lunch in the canteen is delicious. Last night, I contacted Dewa to cooperate with my company. Dewa always agreed. I haven't told him yet, and for some reason, I asked him to cooperate. This afternoon, in the cafeteria, I told him. "Kay is very hard working. I like him." said Dewa while chewing his grilled chicken. "Like?!" I squinted at him. Dewa stopped chewing. He seemed to realize that he had said the wrong thing. "No. No. I don't like her. I likes her job. She work by ethic. Yaaa…. although there are many who really like her."

At this time, Fu Mei walked to the side of Samuel and said in a good mood, "Brother Samuel, the Dew City is ahead. Let's go there and rest for a day first. By the way, we can replenish the dry food." Samuel glanced at a small castle under the mountains and nodded. Dew City was located in a small city on the way to Mount Qi. Although it was small, it was the only small city in the 800 miles of wilderness. In the past few days, there were many people staying in Dew City. Most of the people who participated in the martial arts contest stayed here to rest. When Samuel entered the city, the city was already bustling with people. There were people in Jianghu with swords on their backs everywhere o

I didn't understand what it meant. "Anya," Dewangga interrupted. "But I have to work overtime today. What about you, Dewa?" Dewa chuckled. "When did I ever refuse to wait for you during overtime?" "Alright then." "Reply to my message, Anya." I grinned. "Okay." "Ahem. Did you forget about me, Anya?" I laughed softly. "Let's head back to the office, Dewa." The man nodded and smiled. One thing I liked about Dewangga, the Store Manager whom Dona said was devastatingly handsome, was his smile. His row of white teeth clearly showed that he was a humble and sociable guy.

Ming interrupt which diverted Daisuke's glare at her. Ming glares back at him and frowns. “Do you always want MJ to be with Patima?” Ming asks, Daisuke nodding rapidly at her question. “Yes, do you have any problem with that?” Daisuke asks her back. “Ey, don’t make a ruckus here again so please stop what you’re going to do” Amber interrupts the two. Daisuke and Ming look at her before pointing at each other. “It’s because of her,” Daisuke said.

Dewa replied, he cut the distance between them, so that the scent of the woman's mint breath could be smelled by the Dewa "So ... can I, if this second, think of you as my lover?" The woman drew closer, so intimate that their breasts had lost any distance. As if he understood what he had to do, the god stood up from his seat, then with his two hands he pulled the woman's body closer, Dewa kissed her lips slowly. This time the sigh was real. Moreover, one of the Dewa's hands had now moved to the gentle mountain that was on the woman's chest. Gelinjang enjoyment is increasingly felt in the room. They seemed to be competing to satisfy their mutual desires.

The morning sun along the southern coast of Java burned far harsher than the fluorescent lights of Sudirman ever had. Dewangga—now known only as Adrian to the locals—hauled in his fishing net, his breath ragged. The burns on his back stung whenever saltwater touched them, but he ignored the pain. “Adrian, you’re daydreaming again?” shouted an old fisherman named Pak Kumis. Dewangga snapped out of it. “No, sir. Just a bit dizzy from the heat.”

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

Jamie takes another deep breath, visibly overthinking how much she can tell me, then sighs again and another story follows. "Waterfall Bridge is not the only place created after that apocalyptic thunderstorm. Narrow River is a small village deep in the woods with a population of 250 people and receding. Some of the occupants of Waterfall Bridge believed the place will collapse, being created over a hole in the ground, so they sought help in the woods. The small river carelessly running in the depths of the forest, along with the forest itself was the perfect living place. Fishing, fresh water and the tall trees shielding the occupants, better than living on top of an endless hole, right? But