James Rameriz Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I don’t know what this means. I am scared of what is going to come, and right now, I find myself feeling selfish for how I am feeling. I know that it is stupid, but it just wrong thinking this way with everything that is going on, and yet, here I am.” He shifted closer, brushing his thumb across my knuckles. “I don’t know how to explain it, Damon. I know that so many people need me. And I know that there is a lot in stake, but I just find myself thinking of everything, and I am scared of how everything is going to go with it.” “I know.” He said. “But it doesn’t change what’s real. You’re here. I’m here. She’s gone, for now. I know that her presence is what is on your mind. But you can’t kee

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.

The next day passed in complete silence. Catherine didn't bother him. Nor did she pay him any attention. She made him want to believe that she had finally left him alone. She was sitting with her friends in the cafeteria as Avery brought the topic of Rasmus up gazillions of times, so Joseph spoke up. "I've heard from the coach that Rasmus will be joining us in the practice match tomorrow for player selection for the finals," Joseph informed which got her attention. "Wow. I didn't know that he was a player." Avery mused saying double-meaning words, causing Joseph to roll his eyes as Quinn munched on her food quite elegantly. Samuel too sat quietly eating and watching.

The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement. Dana was not planning to stay idle throughout her stay in California so she decided to research about the CRUZ company. It was created by the Cruz couple and when Manuel died, Henry took over as the CEO. Dana had to confess that she had been hearing of the CRUZ company in the past years during her stay in Italy. Their works were distributed worldwide and sold in many different countries. Their designs were superb and so were the paintings which were made by their first son.

To witness me. I stood at the front, beside Alexandro, beneath a giant silver arch twined with white roses and moon blossoms. My hand trembled in his, but he held it firmly—reassuring, unshaken, calm. He looked every bit a king in his white ceremonial robe embroidered with gold and pearl threads. His hair was neatly tied back, his wound hidden beneath layers of fabric and power. He didn't flinch once. Even now, after being stabbed, he stood like nothing could touch him. Miraculously, his wound stopped bleeding and he got a fast healing. 0

Darius. He didn’t rush, didn’t apologize for the intrusion. He simply moved to Ryan’s empty chair and took it, folding himself into the seat as though it had always been his. “Apologies for the delay,” he said smoothly, his voice dripping with mock politeness. “I thought it only right that I attend today in person. No more messengers. Ryan’s duty is done here, and I thought that I would come and introduce myself.” The other investors shifted, exchanging curious glances, sensing tension they couldn’t name.

She said it would ruin her progress in training. She even met a new guy today, Robby. He works at the bakery and also teaches music at the primary school. He was handsome…not as handsome as Azraiel of course, but handsome in a cute chocolate boy kind of way. He has dark sandy blonde hair and swoon worthy blue eyes...and most importantly, he didn’t make a face when he spotted her drooling over the chocolate truffle pastries.

Upon hearing Koehler’s voice, many brandished their swords and scanned their surroundings in alarm, fearing that they could be ambushed by others. “Who’s Archbishop Polaris?” At that moment, a voice boomed. Everyone turned their heads. It was a Solean ancient martial artist. He was young, perhaps the youngest to have ever participated in the International Martial Arts Conference. It was James. James slowly stood up and walked toward the middle. Looking at his surroundings, he said coldly, “I heard that Archbishop Polaris is ranked third on the Elysian Ranking. My name is James Caden. I’m a martial artist from Sol. I’m unrivaled in Sol. I came here today to spar with martial artists outside o

“You’re insufferable, you know that?” “Perhaps,” James said, his tone almost smug. “But I’m also undefeated.” She glared at him, though the annoyance in her expression was softened by a hint of amusement. “Don’t let it go to your head, Valquez. You’re still just a guy who spent his weekend playing video games.” “True,” he admitted, his smirk fading into something softer. “But you have to admit, it was more entertaining than fixing gates or whatever else you had planned.”

Doctor Jimenez took a wipe and she used it to wipe the gel on my stomach and then she came out of the room silently. It was nerve-wracking lying in the bed and Michael still hasn't spoken a word. I don’t know what to say and I’m so nervous and embarrassed to look in his direction because I don’t want to see the anger and maybe the disappointment in his face. I just clenched my fist at the extreme anger I feel right now about myself. I can't believe that this is happening to me right now. I was slowly moving on with my past but it keeps on crawling back to me and now, it crawls back with a reminder.