Gora นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He laughed and buried his head in his hands. "Ah, fuck. Qiao Mo... " Hila She woke up rather earlier than usual and felt queasy. The day of the Wushi Chin Cooperation annual meeting had arrived and she was to deliver the Wushi Group's proposal to the board. The obvious reason behind the formation of the group was to help the world through annual donations to curb different calamities in different countries.

ADAIRA ~ He took my hand and we both materialised at the pack centre where special events, mating ceremonies, and feasts like these were usually held. There was a huge bonfire in the middle, with seats arranged around it for the guests and Gavrael’s rogues. The members of the Grenshaw pack that I could see were standing around the tables, some serving drinks, some serving food, others taking away used items. The drums and instruments had been arranged at the side, and some shifters from the Grenshaw pack were playing. I was surprised to see some members of the Brookstone pack serving as well, which meant that Gavrael brought them all here so they could be slaves too. The number of them that

I am Azura. The only goddess of two elements. Fire and water. Ooops...... Right introduction, wrong timing. **************** "This is not gonna be a great day". This was all I could say to myself. Somehow deep down, I could just feel that something huge was gonna happen today. It was the same gut feeling I woke up with the day I lost my parents to a ghastly car accident. I was a hundred and one percent sure, that crazy things are gonna happen today.

"I'll just apologize to him tomorrow." "So what do you have," Trix directed at Marcus, rubbing her hands together. "Ah," Marcus fumbled through his pocket and pulled out a clear bag. "Nothing right now except this really. I bought of off a gypsy of sorts, said it was organic. I tried it and it didn't do sh*t though," Marcus said. Trix grabbed the bag and observed the powder. As she held it towards the sunlight, it sparkled like the stars. "I'll take it," she said stuffing it in her pocket.

This is a fucking foreign fancy land. This feels like a dream! A dream I never want to wake up from! Trent holds my hand tightly as we stand up, looking around. He throws his phone and turns to look at me, smiling broadly. "Baby," he grins. "Welcome to Kenya." 🇰🇪🇰🇪🇰🇪🇰🇪

TIME: DAY 18 OF EXILE, 09:00 HOURS. LOCATION: THE DIGITAL WORLD - THE OBSIDIAN BASTION. STATUS: THE WAR COUNCIL. The transition into the Ghost Server was no longer a blinding explosion of agony. Kara (Jinx) had spent the last two weeks refining the haptic buffer, cannibalizing Blackwatch tactical helmets to smooth out the raw data transfer. When Ren (Wraith) logged in, it felt like plunging into an icy river—a sharp, breathtaking shock that quickly faded into a numb, hyper-focused clarity.

2026. PRESENT. SEOUL. HELL MORGATHOR PRISON. ☠️ SORA ☠️ ‘Hell Morgathor prison’ is carved in front of the gate, with a skeleton head that’s meant to signify death. The detective gets verified, and the gate opens wide to let us in.

Third person POV: Ravan was busy attending a very high profile and serious meeting with his god father shabbier sheikh and two more Mafia Don’s from foreign country one of them was Anthony Ivanov from Russia while other one was Mustaffa Rehman from Dubai, they both were very popular and considered as deadly and brutual as Ravan in their own countries furthermore as Ravan and shabbier had planned on expanding their weapon and drug’s business in foreign country they were busy planning on having collaborating with both of those Mafia Don’s, Shabbier was in middle of discussing route for safely exporting their weapons and drugs in foreign country when Guddu hastily barged in gaining attention f

Tanna said. "She obviously doesn't." Anita said facepalming. "Okay then explain" I said. "This is Gorontula. It's an Hausa kayanmata. Come to think of it. It's perfect since you're marrying an Hausa man isn't it" Tiara explained. "What does it do then?" I asked. The all looked at each other in silence. I didn't understand what the looks were for. "You're kidding right?" Tiara said glaring softly at me.

again, Mother’s warning began to enter my mind, so I quickly walled off her counsel, knowing from experience that she would hound me to distraction for the rest of the day if I didn’t, and I needed to concentrate on the challenge ahead. I passed dozens of technical staff heading for work on a raised glass platform. It was one of many across the farmlands that controlled the machinery working over thousands of square miles of agriculture. Dresna was waiting at the station; his messy pale hair fell to his shoulders. He wore a white toga hitched around the middle, with baggy linen trousers tucked into his boots. We had been friends for years, despite being an unlikely pair.