Flcl Mga Nobela at Kwento

~ Collins pov~ Immediately after the tour,we went to our different homes,I made sure Flora was out of sight before following her. Am tired of all the crap going on,flora and this school.All the student blood especially Flora's makes me want to feast. I am only transferred to this because of what I intend to collect from Flora,just a little if her blood can do wonders. it can improve the strength of any vampires,it can heal a wounded wound. I only need her to transfer some blood to my dad who's heal.

LENA: As long as we’re clear ;) LENA: Li You seeing this? Me: Mmh. Aarish: What do you think? Lisa: Everybody is gonna do the pyramid. Aarish: My point exactly. LENA: What about the tall thing in Paris? Harvey: The Eiffel Tower? LENA: Same thing. Aarish: How are we gonna build a tower out of clay? LENA: You guys figure it out; I’m the brains of the group, I only do the thinking part.

See you later mom Love you. Please be careful I don't want anything to happen to you my Mom said while pecking my forehead. Aww I'm not a child mom I will be sixteen in three months time I said while cleaning my forehead. You will always be a child to me... Be careful!!!! I heard before zooming off

After Charles and I talked, I immediately opened my F******k. There were some notifications but I ignored them. I just looked for the invitation to our reunion. And true enough there is. I clicked it. I saw that almost everyone will come, the others are maybe but no one chose the not joining choice. I browse who's going. I saw Jester and Rachel's name using Jester's surname. I felt a pain in my heart. Suddenly my heart beat faster. I'm nervous.

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

I walked into my office to see Kayla and my assistant, Nina passed out on the couch, they both looked so peaceful, I wasn't going to wake them up. Nina is a great assistant and I know she was going to feel very guilty when she woke up, but I let her sleep anyways. I got to work immediately, sorting fabrics and matching them. We were making huge plans to launch a new bikini line, and with the way preparations were underway, I was absolutely positive that we were going to take the world by storm. I made a mental note to have Nina tell me about the space we were renting for the big launch. My phone pinged, snapping me out of my concentration.

As I scroll through the messages, a new text pops up. It's from Alix. 7.05: Sorry I lost my cool yesterday. Want to reschedule band practice? Micah can meet 2nite or 2moro. Let me know when is good for you. With all the drama going on with Fable, it's like I almost forgot that I have my own band to worry about. Micah and Alix and I haven't played in front of a proper audience as Wild Blue Yonder yet, but we've been practicing for months.

I quickly splash water on my face and reach for a toothbrush. As my fingers graze Trevor’s toothbrush, I decide that no matter what happened last night, I don’t know him well enough to share oral hygiene utensils. Instead, I squeeze a dollop of toothpaste on my finger and make quick work of removing the tiny fuzzy sweaters that someone knit during the night and currently fit tightly around each tooth. Don’t let anyone fool you. Fireball is not your friend. After another minute or two, I decide that just maybe I’ll be able to pull off this maid-of-honor show. It’s then that I notice my phone on the counter. It’s turned off, and I pray it has some battery remaining. The charger is hopefully ba

“If she is bringing him into play, it means she is preparing a move that requires an insider—someone with knowledge of your weaker flanks.” Celeste inclined her head, the faintest trace of a smile ghosting across her lips, though it was cold and without humor. “Then we will give him that opportunity. We will make that flank appear far weaker than it is, an opening too tempting to resist. And when he steps into the trap, we will be waiting to close it.” Her voice carried the certainty of a strategist who had played such games for decades, one who understood that wars were won not with brute force, but with patience and precision.

“Your style reminds me of this guy that used to fight a few years ago. He was a Sinclair.” “Why?” I asked, and turned to look at him. “The Sinclairs are crazy good fighters. He used different styles, and he never gave up a win,” he said, and I smiled. “You’re referring to Kiran Sinclair, who fought under the name K,” I said, and he nodded his head. “Kai Sinclair, nice to meet you.” Falcon laughed loudly, and shook his head. “Falcon. No wonder you’re so good.” “Just Falcon?” I asked him.