Gonta Novels & Stories

The bouncer with quite the body build called out in a stern voice. Gina and I stepped forward, and it seemed as though everywhere had gone silent in an instant. The bouncer hadn't taken note of this, because he had his eyes glued on the entry list before him. I figured out that he'd mastered the routine of keeping his gaze on the list as members called out their names. That way it'd be easier for him to scan through the list quickly without having to go through the stress of directing his gaze, up and down. But I and Gina’s name weren't on the list, this I knew because we hadn't made reservations.

Ann asked. "Somewhere special," Lydia paused. "Don't tell anyone." Ann nodded. "Careful," Lydia said as they climbed over rocks, Ann clinging to her the entire time. "Finally!" Melanie complained. "You're gonna miss it!" Melanie was sat on a rock, tail still in the water. "Look," Lydia pointed as she sat down. Ann hesitantly sat down, the rock was smooth, and surprisingly not slippery. "We come here sometimes," Melanie took her tail out of the water and it turned back into legs. "Mostly at night."

Zane The jet touches down with a low rumble, and I can already feel the tension in the air as we approach Nero’s territory. This is Leonetti land, and stepping onto it feels like walking into the lion’s den. I know the reception I’m about to get isn’t going to be friendly.

Brena asked, snapping me out of my thoughts. “He hasn’t left yet. I just hope everything goes well.” “It will. You got your dad handling things, right?” “Yeah, but with how his ex-wife acts, I have a feeling this is going to be an uphill battle.” “You guys will get through it.” Brena placed her hand over mine. “Look, here comes Nisa.” Brena waived a slender, Zoe Saldana clone over to us, and I watched as she made her way over. Nisa smiled genuinely before she embraced Brena and shook my hand.

Satanika asked making Ben widen his eyes in shock. "Bring her in boys." Satanika commanded as the door opened. Two men carried a body stripped of its flesh from head to toe as it dripped out blood. The body was on a wood and they gently placed it on top of the large table in the room. Satanika took a bit of blood from the dead muscle showing Monica and licked it as she looked at Ben who stared at her in disgust. "What did we ever do to you that your doing this to us?" Ben asked making Satanika to laugh then look fiercely to his eyes then stood up and walked up to Ben.

her breaths are coming in fast, and it makes the swell of her breasts seem even more beautiful from where he lay. “stop looking at my boobs, North” “I’m a man alright, and I love the swell of your breasts,” he responds making his best friend laugh bitterly. “only if you had the same guts you have now then” she takes a turn and finally drives out of the school building. “oh yeah can you stop opposite that small bush we used to make fun of” Malila looks at his frame from the mirror. “why is that?” she asks suspiciously. “I need to help a friend” Malila’s brows take a journey toward her foreheads as the car screeches and comes to a halt.

BINTA I lived on a remote island on the coast of Lafiya called Rayuwa. Lafiya is a country made up of four states. Fili State, Ruwa State, Gona State and Daji state. Rayuwa is part of Daji State, and the capital of Daji is Duniya. The proximity of Rayuwa to Duniya is near. Lafiya is a developed country, but although Rayuwa is a part of Lafiya, it lacks civilisation, and because of this, it serves as a tourist attraction for Lafiya, generating millions in revenue. In Rayuwa, there were no schools, no electricity, or water supply. People usually fetched water from the streams or dug wells in their compounds. The lack of civilisation made it impossible for us to access proper medical care, and

Tyler rolled his eyes at him, uninterested, "It was a long list and I might have made some mistake, so you better confirm it by your own eyes!" "Aright! What's the name of the place?" "It's some training facility named 'Rudra Arsenal Training Junction' on Zerg!"

My throat itched and my vision blurred a bit by the abrupt development. We neared his location, about a mile out from the border, to find him lying lifeless on the ground, his skin clammy, with blood trickling out his mouth and nose. Three darts stuck out of his shoulder, arm, and leg. I checked his breathing, and the distinct scent of decay setting in drifted into my nose, alerting me that we were too late. I ripped one of the darts out with my mouth and smelled it. Wolfsbane.

she gasped. Thing is, while she had seen a picture before, her mind was still completely blown when she saw the building that was Ricardo DiSanto's place of residence in real life. Astrodomo de DiSanto, the locals called it; and an apt name too because the building was actually a large glass dome in the sky, vividly reflecting the red hue of the setting sun on the ground like something out of a sci-fi movie.