Istri Habibi Novels & Stories

Levi maliciously pulls her closer to him: And if I don't? Anastasia: What do you mean if you don't?.. you don't have the right to do this in the first place, so let go of my hand and walk away He smiled sarcastically and said: I have no right!!?.. but this is what I have the most right. Do you know why?..because you are my Mate.. She raised her head to look at him questioningly and spoke: What do you mean by your Mate? Levi Bhiam as he melts in the magic of her eyes: My Mate, my life partner, my wife..

I simply shook my head and released the hug, "Let's be real, Shan. It would be ruined if it wasn't for you, no matter how much we appreciate people, family, or anything else." He took my face in his hands and wiped away my tears, "Whatever happens, I'll be right beside you. I love you, best friend." I'm all set. I'm ready to express my feelings to him. Today, I'm feeling frisky. "Shan, I have to tell you something," I murmured. "What is it?" I inhaled deeply and gazed into his gleaming dark-brown eyes. "I l —" I was cut off before I could finish when our food arrived, "Ma'am and Sir here is the order of Two Platter of Sizzling Sisig and one pitcher of Iced Tea." Great, I'm hungry as well.

Ved said cupping her cheeks. “Do you love me?” Ved asked but Marya pulled away from his embrace leaning to the other side of the tub facing him. She knew she loves him but she is scared to lose him. She knows this won't last long and these feelings will only bring more pain to him. “This love can never be accepted Ved, you know what this type of love is called?” Mayra said and took a pause. “This is Stained love,” She said looking straight into Ved’s eyes. Ved didn’t know what to say to that statement but he got angry at her words. How can she disrespect his love for her and more importantly herself?

She looked up at him with teary eyes, “This is too much Gavin, too much” Gavin Hasters smiled, “Nothing is too much for you Leily-bear, I mean, I do not mean to be too forward or anything and I know we are just starting to know each other on a personal level but you have made me happy in the little time that i have known you than I have been with any other person. You are perfect baby and I would like to express that everyday if you would let me”

Valencia pointed his hand to Chris, and he waved his hands to say hello. "I see. Let me introduce myself. I am Koli Fier Augusta. You can call me as Ko-Fi it's a combination of the 1st syllables of my first and second name." He introduces himself, and I don't know what to feel right now.

Cristiano “Where’s Ivan?” I asked in a low tone, sitting on the dinning table reluctantly. I lowered my gaze to the plate, my nose scrunching in disgust from the burnt sight. I raised my head to the puttana wearing a dress that barely covered her tits. “And what the fuck is this on my plate?” I snarled with a knitted brow, glancing down at the plate again. “Potato frittata.” The puttana responded chirpily, “I heard it’s your favorite food so I made it for you.” She tugged her hair behind her ears, biting her lips.

"There are more than a few with some potential." "Are there?" The Game Master mused, an evident smirk in his voice. "Do you have any favorites?" "Mm, I rather like Camille. Just a little squirrel of a thing, afraid of her own shadow. Though there's something off about her. Perhaps that's why she's in my favor." Abel shrugged, matching Apollo's light hearted grin. "Liliana is a second, only because she tried to bring me to her bed." "That's all it takes to gain your favor, Abel? My, you've stepped it down these last few years. Secrets and sex." The Game Master chuckled, perching himself on the arm of a midnight-colored chair.

“Really? Milady will cook for me?” She nodded and whispered. “Isis won’t share the pancit bihon I’m cooking, he’s selfish when it comes to me. So… I’ll just cook something for you.” Santi looked at Isis, who was squinting at them. “He’s staring at me.” “Leave him to me.” She smiled before going back to Isis and kissing his cheek. “Don’t be mad anymore.” Isis’ face immediately softened and he smiled at her before kissing her forehead.

Ibrahim is the name of my ex-boyfriend, the very man I once knelt to beg, he cursed me and swore never to look at my face again. His name triggered so many memories, our good times together and the love we shared, it was beautiful, pure perfection. "what's your name and how long have you been stalking me?" I asked with tears gathering in my eyes "My name is Annabelle Gills, we were once coursemates back in the university, Ibrahim was someone I had a crush on for a very long time and when I found out that you both were dating, it tore my soul into pieces," she said

“There's something familiar about your look and your name. Is there something you're hiding?” He claimed to be trying to figure out where he knew me from. My mind skipped, and immediately I cast a narrative that would divert his attention. "I am just an orphan staying with my foster parents. There is nothing special about me, "I replied, my voice pulsing with the trouble to maintain countenance. “You are Elah, Ethan's wife.” Fear struck my heart. The situation took a threatening turn when Thomas, inspired by his lost curiosity, tried to get intimate with me.