English Novels & Stories

he explains innocently, raising his hands without lifting his gaze. “Come in. I’ll talk inside.” “Hi, Estela,” he whispers as he enters. “Hi, Mark,” I answer without looking at him. They both sit on the sofa. Sam seems to have a lot to tell him, so I stay out of it and lock myself in Sam’s room. “Estela, come here!” Sam shouts, wanting me away from Mark but still insisting I stay close. “Mark says Dante sent a message. Britanis had a domestic accident and won’t be coming for a few days,” he says.

"Well because we might pick something up" "And... why else?" "Well there's erm well just up the road from the hard rock there's erm well err.." "Just spit it out, Lanna" Acre says M and M world" "What?" I say laughing #"Well oh come on boys its M and M world, you cant come to London and not go to M and M world" Lanna says with a big grin on her face "Ok fine but your buying dinner" I say before Acre adds "And you best be buying us some M and Ms"

:Me I'm not in the mood I placed my phone away looking up to catch the look of frustration on her face, I felt her hand against my foot as she began pulling it away, excusing herself before leaving the table. . . . . . . . . .

“Do either of you gentlemen speak Spanish?” “No comprendo, friend-o,” Clutch replied. I cut in. “Aw, man. That was a missed opportunity right there. You know amigo is Spanish for friend, right?” I asked Clutch. “So?” “So…you could have said, “No comprendo, amigo,” and it still would have rhymed.”

Everything that could go wrong this morning has! The kids and I overslept. They was moving hella slow and i was very annoyed. "Mommy, I'm tired." Aza whined. "Well you should've went to bed. Instead, you wanted to watch frozen." I scorned her.

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sexy? "Right, Mi Hijo. Ah yes... Mah-dreh wants you to use English when communicating with her. This girl is from England, and she cannot speak our language." The man's forehead furrowed deeply. “Why did Mah-dreh have to look all the way to England for a maid?"

And she hated it. --- Miles away, Kael stood in the training yard of the Bloodfang stronghold, shirtless and furious. His muscles gleamed with sweat as he launched his fists into the chest of a training dummy, breaking it in half with a savage snarl. His Beta, Rafe, watched from a distance, arms crossed and eyebrows raised. "Something bothering you, Alpha?" Rafe asked casually. Kael didn’t answer. He picked up an axe, hurled it at the far target, and watched it sink into the center with a satisfying thunk.

When he said that I felt proud swell inside me from his words and a small smile on my face. With no thinking about what was coming from my mouth " Come in" I said turning around an started to walking to the back of the couch turn ing back to leaning on it. His eyebrow raises up as a reaction to my words . He pick up the bag in walks in the house closing the front door behind him .