Guru Mga Nobela at Kwento

I have him cornered. ____ A. Gupta

she says snapping more pictures with a look of pure glee on her face "Do you think I could sit on one of the lions like thoughs people, so you can get my picture?" "Hahahha Lanna, you do remember why we're here don't you?" Acre asked laughing "Well yes of course but look, it's London guys, it's so exciting" she replies jumping up and down clapping her hands. "So are you enjoying the sights?" a voice asks beside me making me jump "Calm down," he said as I spin to grab his throat and he knocks my hand away "How did you do that?" "Ahhh I can mask my scent, it's a talent I've had since I was a child, it helps me move around freely, I'm who everyone calls the boss but my name is Gregory"

Philip recognized the man, but not the lady, and he was surprised when the man saw him and approached him with the beautiful young lady. "Maestro felipe!" The man said with a smile as he shook hands with Philip. "It's nice to see you again, Dr. Mathew." Philip said with a smile. Dr. Mathew was a big man with medicated eyeglasses and white hair, he was definitely in his sixties perhaps a little older than his father, who was turning sixty. Dr. Mathew was a very intelligent man with a friendly personality and he occupied an important position in the CRUZ company.

Perfectly outlining her beautiful body that seems to be sculpted into perfection. "My name is Ella De Belen, Sorceress of Indigo Realm and I will be your class adviser. I will be teaching the arts of voodoo and as early as today, I am telling you that I won't tolerate unruly pupils. You can call me Professor De Belen. If you have any questions, feel free to ask."

I walk out of my last class to meet with the girl I tutor. She was like Mackenzie, only less nice and likes black much more. Her name is Sydney, the one who told me to say that word. Honestly, her grades are only low because she doesn't care about her grades. "Yo!" She calls from a table waving me over to her. I nod my head acknowledging her before going over and sitting down. I place my bag on the floor against the leg of the table, opening it to find our revision materials.

I ask and from the way, my parents' faces light up they believe that I don't know what they're talking about. "Honey, are you sure you didn't know Rene is a vampire?" "I. . . I don't know what you're talking about, what do you mean vampire? Vampires don't exist." I look at all of them. "right?" "They do." Mr. Lorenzo says, his husky voice startling me. I don't think I've ever heard him speak, he's always quiet. He's tall, with dark hair, and a dark bushy beard. He's muscular, very muscular I used to be scared of him when I was a kid, but now I'm not. I know he's older than me but I can take him any day. "And your friend is one."

He asked, smiling at me as I read his proud expression in his eyes. “Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. Killian is going to be my MAIN sponsor in this…”

He barked in frustration, "So you are the one who told bhai about my location. Right?" "Sameer, you should know that you are talking about Samarth, the Samarth Goenka. Do you know why his name is Samarth? Samarth means Samarthya, another name of Lord Krishna, a powerful man; one who is efficient do anything. I don't need to give him the location. He is efficient to find out you." Dadi informed proudly and her pride was dripping from her each word.

At least I have to defend myself. Harry occasionally glanced at Kirey who was already busy eating the chocolate-flavored candy. "But why did you get an egg score?" "I was too lazy to write the answer, so I just answered it from my head. Shorter, clearer, and more concise. Mr. Dani alone can't hear my telepathy Harry. He's just an old fart that smells of graves, come on. You're being serious. Face the creatures of the earth!" "Earth creature? So what are you? Satan?"

"Good morning, everyone. I am Rajiv Ahmad Suvillan and I will be your professor in English Literature. Please, be seated.” He motioned everyone to sit down. The students followed immediately... except for me. My feet were rooted on the floor. I couldn't move as I stared dumbfoundedly at Rajiv in front of me. My chest was pounding so hard and it felt like a cold water had been poured on me. It never failed to surprise me every damn time we meet each other. Is this a joke, dear God?