Eren X Historia Mga Nobela at Kwento

But I could feel my heart breaking piece by piece… and maybe it was even innumerable pieces. I felt myself go cold suddenly, with my chest feeling so tight like someone held it so, to torture me like this. I could feel the corners of my eyes go hot. I just took a deep breath instead. I had to control this feeling. I must not break down in front of anyone. I am Xerra. I am an elite warrior!

Xavier A couple of hours passed before Renna finally stirred from her slumber. Throughout her unconsciousness, I had been vigilantly observing, clutching her hand tightly. However, as she awakened, a surge of anger surged within me, mirroring the sentiment shared by my wolf. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing a frown etching across her face, “Xavier?” I prepared to express my frustration, the simmering anger once again bubbling beneath the surface.

CONTENT WARNING This chapter contains strong language, emotional intensity, non-consensual elements, and themes of past trauma. Reader discretion is advised. ╭──────────.★..─╮ Selena's POV ╰─..★.──────────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ Dominic grunted, his face twisting with frustration. “Don’t tell me that you are rejecting me because you are head over heels in love with Flynn’s best friend, even after he couldn’t be there for you when you needed him the most…”

Vaxel and I shouldn't be punished for the sins of our parents. My parents have never been the strict parent, they always understand me but they don't anymore, I'm in love with Vaxel, I don't know how, when and why the feelings started, maybe it's because he wasn't the boy who bullied me for having big glasses, for having braces, for having this stupid hair and being naive, maybe because, he never for once treated me the way boys in school treated me, maybe because he made me feel I wasn't a dork.

The large lonely mansion which oozed nothing but affluence did not only house these money making halls but also had rooms above which caged workers who made this money and the bosses who ruled over them. The workers were members of X-habit, a crime conglomerate whose activities were no lesser than running guns, doing drugs and the like. The Big Four: Steven Chase, Baron Sage, Iphan Carter and Kane Richmond bossed over the conglomerate, with Steven as the head, more of a Godfather.

She gazed at me, blinking like she wasn’t sure if she’d heard me right. “Tyler?” she muttered, eyes widening with a mix of shock and excitement. “As in your Tyler?” “Ex-Tyler,” I corrected, grasping my coffee cup. But she was already beaming, way too thrilled about this. “Oh, this is juicy,” she murmured, settling onto the bench beside me. “What are the odds? You leave London to get away from love disasters, and boom… you run directly into your history. This has to imply something, Sam.”

It felt like getting smashed over the head before everything went dark. When I opened my eyes, I was somewhere new. Sterile, quiet—totally unfamiliar. Before I could say a word, Jeremy's voice cut in from the side. "You really made it, Zach. Here's your bonus for the effort." He smirked, pulled out a crumpled bill, and dropped it next to my pillow. Then he turned—and smacked right into Harper walking in. His smirk vanished. Head down, all fake remorse. "It was my fault. I messed up. Zach blacked out. I already apologized."

Exelle/Xiellenna My skin, once radiant, now bears the haunting marks of my suffering—bruises marring its pale surface. I stand before the mirror, a sorrowful weight pressing upon my heart. As I gaze at my reflection, the red and swollen eyes that stare back at me mirror the anguish within. My lips, wounded and adorned with dried blood in the corners, remain tightly pursed, withholding the words that long to be spoken.

Chapter 122 "About the ancient artifacts, Daddy. There are so many interesting things and stories about our history," Gabriel replied, his eyes shining. "That's great! We’re proud of you, kid. You're learning so much," Angie said, hugging Gabriel tightly. "Thank you, Mommy. Thank you, Daddy," Gabriel smiled. As we chatted, we noticed the twins, Danae and Daniel, busy with their drawings. "Wow, those drawings are beautiful! What are they?" I asked, examining their work.