Habib Novelas e Histórias

And I was right; it was Reule. There were four or five pictures of him wearing just jeans and showing his beautifully trimmed muscles and abs. There were even two selfies. If I did not know who Reule was, I might have considered him as my new crush. Those abs are so yummy, plus that dangerously handsome face, making him a real catch. But since I knew him, I got turned off right away. A minute after, I received a W******p message from someone named Habibi. "Who is Habibi?" I exclaimed.

“Alpha Kilhan, this is much bigger than we thought. We are dealing with a great enemy here. For him to have gotten this report concealed, then he is a man of power and influence, greater than we imagined.” “I don’t care if he’s a god! I’ll find him and I’ll kill him.” I uttered with gritted teeth. “The first record, have you found out who owned the account?” I further asked, raising my head to look at him. “Yes, the account had the name Tima Maria. The money was withdrawn immediately the account was credited, and I also found out it was the first and last money to get into this account. It was closed immediately after the withdrawal.” “And did you find this Tima Maria?” I further inquired an

I said, "I could keep you company sometimes." "You'll be late for school." he said and walked away. You won't be playing hard to get for too long. ** I saw Adam on my way to 5th period, he was standing at someone else's locker, the owner peeked out on the other side of the locker and I couldn't lie, she was pretty, way prettier than me, silky brown hair and hazel eyes, with full lips painted a nice rosy pink. She had on a black plaid skirt, a black hoodie and was wearing converse sneakers.

At 23, she had thought she might grow a bit taller, but her 5'2" frame stubbornly remained. She had a petite but curvy figure, a body that made her look softer than she felt inside. Her hair—thick, wild, and as red as fire—cascaded down her back in unruly curls. It was impossible to tame, impossible to hide. Her brown eyes, large and expressive, often betrayed her emotions before she could mask them. Right now, they were filled with nervous energy as she focused on the ticket scanner in front of her. She bit down on her full lower lip, a nervous habit she couldn't seem to shake. "Alright," the woman continued, pointing towards a section of the venue. "So, when guests come in, you scan their

Jacob’s POV The girl’s name is Calista Caitlynn, a nineteen year old omega. She speaks to me with enough wisdom and intelligence that not all women have, by her looks and her figure I even thought I could marry my son to her instead, only that she lacks the name for it. I could still picture how she gasped for air the moment I touched her, it felt like she wanted me to do more of that. She’s perfect as a whore, to be honest, but she’s even more perfect to serve.

he said lightly, “I could hear everything from the hallway.” Avyaan frowned faintly. “What?” Abhishek chuckled. “The iPad. Bhabi was typing with full energy. I came to meet and ended up listening to the entire speech about Rohit Sharma.” Aradhya blinked, surprised. A faint embarrassed smile touched her lips. Abhishek walked further into the room and sat casually near the edge of the bed, maintaining a respectful distance from her. “By the way, bhabi,” he added, “my favourite cricketer is also Rohit Sharma. He’s my inspiration.”

Isaiah murmurs softly, head bowed. Zire seems to have been the only one to have sustained any injury, his lip cut and bleeding, a bruise already forming on his left cheekbone. I'm not surprised, he would have put up a fight, whereas Isaiah would have been smart enough to know that moments like this require more thought then to merely lash out. "Who are they?" I mouth. "Rebels, I assume," Zire replies lowly, jaw settling into a firm.

Her mom intervened with a fake smile as she glared at Sabeerah, she shrugged nonchalantly. "It's okay." Hassan said fidgeting. "So can you tell us a bit about yourself Hassan." Her mother asked him. Sabeerah noticed he looked over to his dark skinned friend who gave him a nod of encouragement. Lacks confidence! "Well I'm Hassan Bashir, I'm from Gombe state, I'm the third child out of ten. I am a banker and I own my apartment at Jabi." He smiled with mild pride at the last part, Sabeerah looked at him with a small smile.

he replied and I heard the door open I turned to face a frustrated Xavier his hair messy most likely from being under the snow cap. "You must be Xavier," Sebastian said standing up outstretching his hand. "I'm Sebastian," he added and Xavier shook his hand confidence radiating off him. He was intimidating even more so when he wanted to be and I knew Sebastian felt the power, control and confidence radiating off him. "Xavier Persons," he said giving him a small smile before pulling away sitting beside me.

"I'm only here temporarily and I'm serious, when I leave, I can help you get away too." "Leila, listen to me." She leans forward, looking at me earnestly. "Abaddon, Cain's father, had some reason to lie, I don't know what it is, but trust Cain, he would do anything for you." "Ok. I get that you're loyal to him, but let me give you my number and if you change your mind, give me a call." I feel the desperate need to help this girl, she seems so deeply sad and no one should feel that way, but I have accepted that they're not in a relationship, so I guess he didn't lie about that.