Historial Novels & Stories

I grabbed his hands when he got close to me. "Wolfie, I wasn't trying to make you jealous. You asked me about Mac. I was simply telling you the truth. It's not fair to get upset about my past. I'm sure that your past is just as bad, if not worse." I calmly said. He looked deep in my eyes.

Luke interuppts. I shot him a dirty look. " So, it wasn't your mate, jeez, just asking, " Luke said backing off. Luke was obsessed with finding his mate and projected that onto me. He had been rejected from his 'mate' and that really fucked him mentally. " Anyways, " I paused, " While I was patroling this morning I found a werewolf badly injured, " " Is she a dominant? " Luke question tilting his head. " Erm-No, well, I don't think so, " I explained.

" Hey, Babe. " " Hi... " Franchine reacted shyly... Noticing this, the guy turned to face Malisa who had been staring at them silently... " Good day, Miss Malisa... " He greeted me politely... " Good day to you too... " " I am Philip, Franchine's boyfriend... " He introduced himself... " Oh... Nice to meet you, Philip.." Malisa smiled... " Same here's... " He replied... " So... " " Hey, Mali... " Just before Malisa could finish her sentence she heard Aiden's voice behind her making her turn...

Ariane’s POV One day, as I sat on the porch, listening to the gentle whisper of the wind, memories of Leon came flooding back to me. Images of memories flashed through my mind—days of vision during our marriage that quickly turned into moments of tension. I took a deep breath, trying to push the images away. Suddenly, my phone vibrated. A text message came in from Mark, who was at work, asking if I wanted to go for a walk. I quickly answered it, trying not to show that I was feeling anxious.

But Noor was lost, he was back again, to make her life a living hell, because now he came for a permanent stay. Unconsciously she began remembering the day he left two years back, the bite mark he left on her. It was completely healed, but what he said was true, the mark was still there. Every single time she looked at herself in the mirror, the mark never forgot to bring tears in her eyes. And with that every single time she was reminded of him, how he did it, how he said those words, how he looked at her. The way he touched her. Every time everything left a bitter taste. She would feel disgusted by her own self, her own zaat.

He pursed his lips at me. "Shes none of your concern, Hazel is a spy and has been working for Cage for God knows how long. We're under attack-" Before I could get another word out Doc mind links me. "Alpha I found a connection, This infection isnt new, I've had it once before. Shes been poisoned with liquid venom from a vampire. How she got it I have no clue but I need a vampire and an old one at that to heal her. Their blood ith a few herbs is what will give her a fighting chance." He cuts the link as I assume he's busy with her and Bellamy both being in bad shape.

The hourglass has the power to slow down time and after the hourglass runs out the power also disappears and time returns to normal. Aranjo stared at the demon's departure for a moment, then looked at the hourglass and remembered all the demon's messages. Then Aranjo began to examine each scroll of the manuscript and she was very happy that all the manuscripts were very useful from literature, medicine and witchcraft. Aranjo took some scrolls and sat on the chair of the reading table and started reading the scrolls. He learned many new things, and it expanded her knowledge. Aranjo didn't forget to keep looking at the hourglass and when the hourglass ran out, Aranjo immediately ran back to th

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I exclaimed as I could clearly see that both were like Tom and Jerry. They both shared an irritated look and I guess that's when Vincenzo saw what was inside the file as his eyebrows creased in confusion. "Information on that Oberai" Vincenzo exclaimed and David stooped up and went behind him and started to read the information in that file.

It's just some random number. *Hello, sweetie!* It says. Probably some drunk slut who hit the wrong number. As I want to delete this I get another text. *It's me, Monika. Don't dare to ignore me!* She texted. How the hell did she get my switzgerman number? ... (to be continued)