Di Bawah Ini Eh Salah Novels & Stories

Nero is a wonderful colour of hazelnut brown almost golden as it shimmers in the sun. It doesn’t take Nero long to overtake Jordan and the fight was less than 3 minutes long as he managed to trick him and push him over. He didn’t need a lot of strength to do this just a clever move during an attack led by Jordan used to his own advantage. Pronounced as winner of the Game, Nero walks back to the tent followed by Samuel and Gordon. “Don’t you want to watch all the other contests?” Samuel rubs confused his head.

I should’ve known better. Kael turned his attention to the council. His expression was unreadable. He took a deep breath before speaking. His voice was cold, so cold it sent a shiver down my spine. “The bond was a mistake. It was formed in weakness. The mate bond was never meant to be.” I froze when I heard those words. He continued, each word hitting harder than the last. “She is not my mate. I alpha kael reject the bond in front of this council and release her from any tie to me.”

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At the end I ordered what Anderson ordered. " You still love him?" Anderson asks out of the blue. I stare at him in shock. " What?" " I mean your ex. You looked alarmed when we walked into them a few minutes ago. Do you still love him?" I scoff. The last thing to do is still have feelings for Caleb. He's a pile of horseshit. And he's what people call 'Worst mistake.' And the last thing I want is having feelings for him and wishing he'd come back to me. Godforbid.

I bit my lower lip to hold back from sobbing at the moment. “Maybe I came here to fuck my boss, but you know what? I don’t care that you caught us! It’s fucking over Chad.” I assured him with a sniff.

She was right. That night, Luca stood at the study door, hugging a pillow as he carefully asked, “Dad, will we ever see Mom again?” Damien looked at the child’s reddened eyes for a long time before finally sliding over a photograph. It was something the secretary had just found. A private weapons gallery in Turicum had updated the staff page on its website. Under the name section, it said—Elena Capello. In the photo, I was wearing an ordinary black coat, standing in front of a glass display case with a calm expression that could even be called relaxed.

"I want to tell her that everything that happened was my fault" ****** "Stop this Tiana, you know i wont let you leave" Marcus stood up immediately "I don't think I would need your permission to do that, incase you forgot, I'm an adult." "Tiana please calm down, we certainly can talk about this" Jess tried taking the bag away from Tiana " There's nothing to talk about Jess" the certainty in her voice was a pain in Marcus heart. "I am really sorry Tiana, I'm ready to make this right" sincerity really evident in his voice

He looks at the cuttings. You are hurting, he tells them, not through the crown, through whatever old wire in him still knows iron. The cuttings shiver. One drops a leaf. The leaf hits the iron wire and turns black. The man frowns. “That’s a calibration issue.” “No,” Eli says. “That’s consent.” Lyana unrolls the bark ledger on the concrete floor. The glowing yeses light up the warehouse. She reads them, loud, one by one, while the lab man stares.

He ended his beautiful speech smiling tearfully. "Merry Christmas Dad." "Merry Christmas grandad." ********* Is okay to make a mistake, but us not okay when you don't learn from it✍️