Historial Novels & Stories

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."

A walked towards him. “She is at the back.” he signalled to me. I gave him a thumbs up and walked towards the back of the plaza. After attending to another customer, Emma went to the back of the Plaza to clear her head for a little while. She heard some noise, she guessed the rush hour was here so she breathed out and try to regain her strength so she can go back to her post. Suddenly, the door knob clicked open. Emma thought it was her boss to scold her, she pressed her eye lids tightly shrinking at the thought of being shouted on but it was someone else entirely. Emma waited for a second, no word was uttered. She had to turn around to see who bumped in and there he was. She didn’t recogniz

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.

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...

Kaori-nee was a good cook and the food did not allow me to make a distasteful face at him. “That much?” Hiro-san chuckled, raking a hand through his dyed light hair. I still haven’t figured out whether calling it white or silver or grey or a really light shade of black (which would mean that it wasn’t black) would do it justice. Either way, it suited him. It complimented his eyes. “Do you miss playing basketball so much?” “Mm. Not really. I hadn’t really thought about it. The last time that I played was in university. The dream just made me remember it. That’s all.”

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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.

I knew he enjoyed my company, even if I didn't share in his hysterical ranting after a loss of a team that I knew nothing about. After finishing up watching the game, we both took to the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of Chardonnay from the cheap box of Franzia my dad kept in the fridge for my visits. It wasn't my favorite by any means, in fact, I preferred red, but it keeps well and I never would decline free wine. Besides, I would never have the heart to tell my dad that it wasn't my favorite, because at this point, he'd been buying it for me for years thinking that it was.