Hantu Dodi Novels & Stories

We could both understand that very well. ‘Thank you, Ziyah. It is very good to see you again, my friend,’ her musical voice trickled through my mind. “This will be the best blood you will ever consume in your life,” I promised Dante. “There is nothing more satisfying than consuming that blood and body.” Dante licked his bottom lip as he looked her over from head to toe. He faked it well because nobody would have seen anything other than eagerness for it. Haleen was a gorgeous woman. She was about 6’0 with a voluptuous body and the most mesmerizing golden eyes that matched the light blonde hair that hung down to the middle of her back.

I asked. Celeste's eyes lit up. "Exactly." I then asked, "Do you have Howard's number?" Howard Johnson was the school heartthrob and the person my shadow had been seeing. I asked because I knew Celeste and Howard moved in the same social circles. Sure enough, Celeste puffed up her chest and proudly answered, "Not only do I have Howard's number, but I also have his girlfriend, Helena's number. She's my cousin's best friend, a true lady from an old family."

Zac lets out a painful scream before fainting, than the monster swallows him whole. This whole time I’m screaming “No” “Noooo” but that doesn’t do anything to stop it. My family is gone, mum, dad, Zac, but wait where is Bethany. I scan the surroundings searching for a sign that Bethany got away but there are no sign. Abruptly I become aware of a low grunting sound that’s coming from the monster. Gradually I spin to face the monster; I stare at it waiting for it to do something when suddenly it speaks

Jeff comes through the door and it's his turn to devour me with his creepy eyes. “Oh God, No Hannah, take bachelor number one. This one is worse”. I smile sweetly at them as they stand there and gawk at me. “Girl, the hills have eyes! Let’s get out of here!” she warns. “I think I can take ‘em”, I tell her as they are mumbling something to each other. Still snapping pictures creeper asks, “Hey, you wanna party?” “Party?” I ask in a way that says 'tell me more'.

Santo physically interfered and towered over me. "Is this Henry? Is he that stronzo?" Ah, the Madonna! Please give me strength! "Yes, that's him: Henry. Why?" "He's young," he remarks dryly. "He's the same age as you, Santo," I answer with a sigh. "That skinny stronzo is the same age as me?" he asks me, his voice full of contempt for Henry. "Yes." "Didi gave him a piece of panettone," he remarks dryly. "Yes. Henry always leaves her big tips. It's her way of thanking him."

The police had to get involved, there were two police cars out the front of the diner. Ducking under the police tape, Damien stepped into his diner, he was feared by everyone, humans, wolves and vampires alike, he was known as the Blood Alpha and that was not just because Blood is his surname. Her sent hit him sending him into a short sense of euphoria, he had finally found her his mate after, eighteen years of searching he had finally found her.

“Okay, that is so gross.” “What?” “A chewed on finger, and it’s not been chewed on by an animal.” That made Ian all but gag. “Oh god, seriously? Why would someone do that?” “If they are alive? For power? Undead? A desperately sick need for life force.” Yolanda carefully stepped over the evidence. “We’ll pick it up on the way out. If it attracts anything to its by scent, then I don’t want it on my person.”

Those whose crimes warrant a sentence to eternal punishment were sent to the darkest regions of Erebus or down the pit of Tartarus. There stood a great palace made of black rock and crystal, the abode of a tall slender goddess Hades. Her majestic black robe and puissant look made those around her cower in fear. Mortals were afraid to even mention her name. Very few knew her as Áïda. Perhaps for fear of pronouncing it, they started calling her Hades.

Especially when he saw the time, Harry also did not suspect, because he knew what Hana was like. Hana is a type of mammal species that lived from centuries BC, and did not know the difference between sempàk and kolor. The important thing is as long as it's closed and doesn't invite adultery, that's enough for Hana. "So, who lives with you and who is the babu who cleans up all your slums?" “My brother and two other friends!” Hana exclaimed, "Eh, you didn't bring martabak like that? Martabak sultan near the gas station is delicious, subscribe from the start!”

That maybe, in the future he wants to work on a comic company. But, if you would look closely, Landon's sketches are about his schoolmate's death. He detailed everything, from their favorite clothes, to the way they will die. It is too gruesome for a fourteen-year-old boy like him. What he didn't know is that somebody's watching him from outside his window. A man wearing a black hoodie and baseball cap. This man stare at him curiously; studying him, and learning everything about him. This man knows the sadness that Landon is going through, and he means to do something about it.