Historial Novels & Stories

are a male who is considered weak on Cok, you will have a hard time living there. But don't think of them as not intelligent. Their battle strategies have saved thousands of lives. They are great soldiers and great thinkers. The planet Hassin has six fighters participating in this Harvest. Hassins typically range in color. They can be tan, brown, reddish-brown,... orange-ish brown... A human would describe their skin tones as Earthy. But no matter what color they are they all have a metallic-like shine over their skin. It helps to reflect light, which keeps their bodies warmer. Their features are sharp... For example, they tend to have strong jaws and more angular eyes. Similar to Xiu and J

He took down two pool sticks from the wall and headed me one. We played a few games of pool, until Xander decided he wanted to go hunt. He informed me that Jillie tried to give him packaged blood. I couldn’t help but laugh at the offended look on his face. Xander was not a fan of packaged blood, even if it was human. He was not a big fan of animal blood but would take it occasionally. Most of the time, he got his fill directly from a human source and wiped their memory clean of him when he was done.

"But dude, I said I'm sorry. It hasn't gotten to this" "Of course it has. You know I forgot to add the phrase, 'again' to my first sentence. You know this is the third time you'll be doing this shit. I've caught you twice and I spared you 'cause you promised you weren't gonna do this shit anymore, but here you are caught red handed. You deserve to rot in hell, man. You fucking know that when you take these things, it's gonna cause a glitch in the sales and what's worse? You'll become a traitor to X-habit. Scratch that! You're already one. Move your broke ass upstairs" "But man-"

lèa shyly answered. Smith thought quietly to himself. Could this be fate playing its part?. Could they really be the result of his one-night-stand mistake from four years ago? He wasn't really himself that night—he was drunk, everything was rough,and he couldn't think straight. He left at dawn before the lady could wake up. The next day, he sent his PA, Henry, to do a thorough check of the room, but he didn't find her. He still felt bad for not being able to apologize or see the woman who made him feel like a man.

She automatically sat up straight, her spine straightening as if posture could help her prepare for whatever was waiting behind the loading bar. Then the file opened. Account summary. Status: Closed. Last activity before this week: Six years ago. Stephanie took a breath, not a dramatic one, not a breath that people could see. To the extent that she noticed it. Six years. Her eyes fell to the transaction log. Currency conversion. International routine. Timestamp recent enough that the ink felt wet. She read it twice. Then again.

I screamed, "That bitch!" and slammed the newspaper down on my desk. The headline glared up at me: Anderson Heir's Dark Secret: Housemaid Says Rape and Abandonment. My assistant, who was standing right behind me, jumped back in surprise. I pay him a huge salary—way more than he deserves. But somehow, he or that housemaid had talked to the press. She had gotten into my life, into my bed years ago, and now she was lying to destroy me.

ujar Alana begitu panggilan tersambung. ​Tak butuh waktu lama, suara seorang pria paruh baya terdengar dari seberang lini. "Selamat malam, Nona Alana. Ada yang bisa kami bantu?" ​"Aku ingin kalian melacak seluruh data historis atas nama Adrian," cetus Alana tanpa basa-basi, matanya menatap tajam ke arah layar laptop yang masih kosong. "Mulai dari rekam medis, riwayat pendidikan dari tingkat dasar, mutasi rekening bank dalam lima tahun terakhir, hingga daftar perjalanan luar negerinya. Aku ingin laporan lengkapnya sudah ada di mejaku sebelum jam tujuh pagi besok."

Home late, sometimes past ten, sometimes not at all if a deal in another time zone kept him tethered to his phone through the night. We fell into something that almost passed for normal. Breakfast some mornings, when our schedules happened to overlap. A text here and there, mostly logistics, when’s your next appointment, do you need the car, Marta says you didn’t eat again. Small things. Careful things. Neither of us reaching for more than that, not after the kitchen, not after I’d told him I wanted to know the difference between duty and desire and he hadn’t been able to give me an answer.

She told her. "And what, pray tell is that?" Anne moved towards her menacingly. "History." Saira answered. "The love we share go way back. It's time for us to have that." Anne was confused. "What are you talking about?" She blurted out. "You won't understand and frankly... I don't feel like explaining it all to you." Saira said. "I don't feel like hearing it either." Anne smirked. "What I want to see right now is your soul leaving your body."

Truth be told, I think Matthias is even more furious now that he's lost both of his daughters to some good Mennetti men. Oh, well. As far as I'm concerned, Matthias can go fuck himself. I'm sick of this ancient feud that began a hundred years ago. It's fucking stupid and I don't care enough to keep it going. Why would I? It doesn't affect my life. I'm not some lowly bootlegger running booze for a prominent gangster. The only ones who have my loyalty are my brothers, sister and Ma.