Historic Novels & Stories

Gem spits while standing beside mom who is shaking "Haahaa oh yeah we can see you need breaking in, well don't worry cheery pie there's plenty of us whos willing to oblige, and as for this chocolate muffin," he says nodding to mom "well i don't usually like them older but Mmmmm i think ill have a bite of this one",

Chapter 5 Hannah's POV Manila is nothing like the island. On the island, you can hear the breath of the ocean; here, all you hear is the suffocating roar of engines and the impatient honking of jeepneys. The air doesn't smell like salt and roasting corn; it smells like exhaust and old rain. ​It has been three months since the black helicopters took Luke away. Three months of silence. ​I smoothed out my blazer—the most professional thing I owned—and looked up at the glass giant standing in the heart of Makati. CROMWELL LEGACY. The name was embossed in silver, gleaming under the harsh midday sun. It looked untouchable.

Did they look outside? Anna pushed the trowel down hard, digging past the loose surface soil, expecting to hit a root or a rock. Instead, her trowel made a dull, metallic clunk. She froze, every muscle in her body instantly tense. Working quickly, heart pounding against her ribs, Anna scraped away the dirt with her hands. A few inches down, she uncovered a rectangular object: a waterproof, tightly sealed metal box. It was a small, heavy safe, roughly the size of a large shoebox.

In the end of her blabbering she didn't get any response. "Are you done?" Came the deep husky voice with Italian accent and heart skipped a beat.

To: Honey❤️ Please don't leave me..ILOVEYOU.

he said over his shoulder, clenching my jaw I just ignored him. I had chopped a hefty pile of wood which should last me at least two weeks, winter was creeping in and soon we would be knee deep in snow, I had allot of work to do before that happened to ensure I had enough to get us through. Looking up toward the cabin door I wiped away the sweat from my forehead before steadily making my way toward it, I needed a shower, it was nearly ten in the morning and I wondered if Laya had finally consumed the blood I had left on the kitchen table for her, she was a hybrid, half vampire and half werewolf, at least I assumed she knew that about herself, after what she said earlier however, I wasn’t too

Anyways, I stood in front of the mirror gawking at myself. My eyes, red and swollen, appeared lifeless with dark circles prominent under them, a result of bawling my eyes out and due to lack of sleep. Dry tears stained my cheeks, my unkempt hair sticking all over my sweaty skin. The pale skin of my neck was covered with hickeys which had turned black and blue by now. My busted lips with blood clouted on them. My state didn't disappoint my anticipation. As expected, I look horrible. My brutalized disheveled appearance resembled a homeless person.

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

Everything turned dark and silent. *********

So here goes nothing, I think, and lead my brothers deeper into the yawning blackness ahead. "It stinks down here," Roberto mutters. "That's because these tunnels are over one-hundred years old," Connor states. "Can you imagine all the booze they used to sneak in through here?" "Barrels of it, I'm sure." Roberto nearly bumps into me when I abruptly stop. "What's up?" Cocking my head, I listen closely, trying to hear past the dripping water, wishing I could see beyond the looming obscurity and endless shadows ahead. "I thought I heard something."