روايات وقصص ضمن Iya Bun

Shin replied to a message from Aunt Sherina. Then the girl put her cellphone back into the bag. Shin didn't know it was a new or used cellphone, because she got it from Aunt Sherina before Shin left the house earlier. But Shin was really happy when he got the cellphone. Since she was in school, she only used his parents' cellphone, because they didn't want Shin's education to be disturbed. And now she really has it. Aunt Sherina said, she bought the cellphone so she could exchange messages with Shin. She was very worried about Shin's situation, especially when the girl was outside alone.

“Yes, it was unanimously agreed that I, the chief of Guchi clan must not behave as Umai, who for a similar act caused the gods to pour their wrath on us even till this day. I wondered why my king could not understand that the prince was actually serious to fulfill his vows. I perceived war will soon come. Princes and Emperors do not swear by the name of their god and forget to make it happen. The clan chiefs and the king deliberated together, trying to untie this difficult knot, by seeking a solution to the matter, yet nothing different came from above. Briah, the priest of Zoe was gone! The gods seemed far from us. The king concluded that Banabella must not be given to the prince. I demande

His voice was flat, almost bored, but there was something in the set of his shoulders—a tension that spoke of memories better left buried. The silence stretched again, thicker this time. Outside, the wind whistled over the ridge, carrying with it the faint creak of trees shifting under the weight of ice. Aria shifted, trying to ease the stiffness in her legs. “You said this place was safe.” “I said it was safer.” Not exactly reassuring. Kieran rummaged through his pack again, pulling free a small, battered tin. Inside were strips of dried meat, rough but edible. He tossed one to her, and she caught it clumsily.

The baby, a little boy with a tuft of dark hair and bright, curious eyes, was named Gaudium which means ‘ joy’ to signify the joy he has brought to both the pack and his parents. The festivities began with a ceremonial feast, where tables overflowed with food prepared by the pack's best cooks. Roasted game, fresh fruits, and an array of baked goods filled the air with tantalizing scents. As the pack feasted, stories were shared, tales of bravery, of the trials they had faced, and of the bonds that held them together. Laughter echoed through the trees, a reminder of the resilience and spirit of their community.

Oh my hot buns! =^._.^= ∫

If some of y'all can't do that,then it's fine too. Y'all are already doing enough by reading. Stay wicked Busola❤️

"Mmhh... Byan..." ***

He is now driving on the road. “Where are you bringing him?” “To you.” And he drive towards my direction, I watched the screen as it tries to locate his exact location. Crap, how can this old building handle such tension? Suddenly the memory of the man we buried flashes in my head. Where are we burying Brian this time? This job is indeed bloody; I remember my Pastor preached about the blood of Christ that covers all sin. I wonder if Jesus can still forgive me or does He consider the motive behind all those bloodshed. I wonder…

Habang pinupunasan ang basang buhok bago matulog, nakatanggap na naman siya ng isang mensahe. 'Gamutin mo ang an-an at buni riyan sa binti mo,' galing kay Martin. An-an at buni kaagad? Sinabunan niya lang kanina ang binti pagka-uwi at nawala na ang kati. Over naman ang iniisip nito. 'Hindi naman binti ang unang tinitingan ng lalaki sa katawan ng babae. Boobs at puwit,' pang-aasar niya.