Dewi Novels & Stories

Kenton. A very naked Kenton. 'Mate,' my wolf yaps excitedly. 'Our mate is here! He came to find us.' "Amaris," he says, his deep voice doing funny things to my insides. I nod my head, indicating that I understand him. He smiles widely and steps forward, kneeling to pet behind her ears, "You are so incredible, Amaris," he murmurs, burrowing his face into her neck, inhaling deeply, taking her scent into his lungs. "Can you shift back?"

This made me scared. "Please, who are you?" I asked in the most polite way possible. I did not want to annoy the woman; she was unbalanced. "Ah, finally asking me the right question." She said, smiling. She cleared her throat, I knew it was all an act, but nonetheless, it made me more attentive. "I am Ruhun Daji, and my name is Kurwa, the spirit of nature, good fortune, bliss and wellness."

I'm sorry for leaving without telling you Love, Tuna I chuckled reading it and looked at the doll. I smiled and looked at the car. I like the doll better than the car. I got out from the car and walked back into my house. I opened the new iPhone and got a note with a tuna sketch on it. She really loves tuna huh? I'm sorry for everything. I hope you can forgive me. Love, Tuna I chuckled again looking at it and I can't believe she made this. I looked at the doll and the notes. I took out my phone and decided to change Beverly's name into Tuna. I laughed weirdly seeing it.

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

Uche snorted and took the empty seat. He was barely seated when the witch walked out from the hut. Her dark hair had lost its grace, probably because she had decided not to bathe or had kept water from ever touching her hair. There were cowries too, matching the chalk eyes but contrasting the red gown which bore dried bones and skin. She was the mediator of men and gods. The most powerful creature in the land. “How long has it been? Yet here you are, looking fat and sleek,” the Dibia smiled weakly and took Uche’s braided hair. The man flinched but did not beat her hands away.