I Just Had To Pick Up A Female Disciple Novels & Stories

She was supposed to be sharing the happiness with our mate, yet it was a strange male that was holding our hands, and Lia had mentioned without mincing words her disgust for any other male apart from her mate. I had to do something—a promise that I was so eager to fulfill. “I will make sure he stays this time.”

"Put your weapons away. Let's go down and get some information first. Although there may not be any opponents for us here, but we can't make trouble here because if the higher-ups find out. They will definitely punish big brother." "Okay." Walking around the city, the two heard that there was a recruitment of new disciples from the Celestial Sect. It interested the woman a little of course it was because the examiner was someone who made the middle continent a scene. "Miss, you're not." "Take it easy, with our age we should be able to enter easily and also I want to experience how it is to be a disciple in a sect." Said the woman casually patting the man's shoulder. "Ais... That's why you're

Only two served Ducan and they only answered to him. "Oni, open the cell door." I ordered. He swiftly moved and unlocked the door as the female warriors all stood up with angry expressions on their faces. "Dark fairies, assign each of these female humans to our great generals and warriors. Train them accordingly and watch their every move day and night Without fail." I ordered. "Yes." They answered together, then they all went in to grab the female warriors. I turned and I was about to leave when I heard a loud shrill I knew too well.

This statement makes me even more worried. Unknowingly, my gaze landed on the group of people standing in the bedroom there. There are so many people here, that it seems that someone quickly pocketed the other pearl to harm Daisy. Especially the maid with the lemony voice, Lisa. Last time she failed to harm Daisy, but this time it is possible to continue to do it.

Damon POV I found Caden outside the training barracks, sharpening his blade like he was waiting for a war. Perfect timing. “We need to talk,” I said. He glanced up, eyebrows already narrowing. “That tone never means anything good.” “It’s not,” I replied. “Kaliah’s going back to Seattle.” The scraping of metal stopped. He looked at me like I’d just grown two heads, most likely. “Come again?” “She’s going. The Silver Moon Pack reached out to her. They want to talk. She’s decided to hear them out.”

It was moments like these that reminded me why I became a history teacher - to ignite that spark of curiosity and inspire a love for learning in each and every one of my students. Just as I opened my mouth to read the words from my Textbook, a sudden sweet scent wafted into my nostrils and Layla purred all of a sudden. My eyes went wide in realization. Tears pulled up in my eyes as I asked Layla to confirm my suspicions, "is this real? Our mate came to the school? We found our mate?" Layla answered almost immediately,'Yes! Our mate is around! Hurry up and let's go find him!' She jeered and I complied.