Novel & Cerita Jaune X Neo

Behind him walked a younger guy who looked almost exactly like him, except his hair was a deep, chocolate brown. “Mate!” Neolla’s voice was a low, desperate growl that barely left her throat. I froze, looking from her to the group of men. “Who?” I asked, my voice husbled. “Which one of them? Neolla, talk to me. Which of these models is yours?” “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she muttered under her breath, her eyes locked on the younger one with the brown hair. I watched the younger guy. He stopped walking for a split second, his nose twitched as he caught something in the breeze, his head snapped in our direction and his lighter shade of green eyes landing straight on Neolla.

Her nickname is Stormy/Story. Xzander Nero: light brown hair and fern colored eyes. He is rather quiet and watches those around him, not fighting the Rosario family when they come into contact with them. He isn't mute, but he just doesn't like talking twenty four seven and has a sense of doing what is right.

The quicker we found one to question, the faster we could leave this part of the kingdom. “Do you think we can find a gas station and pick something up out here?” Jordan joked as we continued walking. “We just drove through a major city and stopped multiple times,” I said, slightly turning toward him. “Yeah, but I didn’t think I’d get hungry now.” Just as I was about to answer him, a scream caught our attention. We ran toward it and entered a small clearing. Our team slowly surrounded a rogue standing on top of one of the warriors; the warrior had an open gash on his neck and lay in a pool of blood, not moving. The rogue’s black fur looked filthy and disheveled; blood dripped from his mouth

Dumbs! -Xienne

JOANABE (JOENABELL) POV The night seems long. I crash Leonel's birthday party. I talked about my thoughts with Leonel and talk about love. The person who is driving the steering wheel is the person I am talking about, Kane Boucher. "How was he party today, Joenabell?" My eyes that are lock in the window for sightseeing immediately looks at the eyes blue eyes that are staring back at me in the rear mirror. His eye never changes they still look so young and caring. Even though he is getting older and older each day, but he still able to take me breathless by his eyes.

Tammy held up her supplies for making Xenia’s outfit, ready with an excuse if interrupted. Xenia nodded. She still felt nervous about the plan Jane came up with. She didn’t want anyone else dying because of her, but Jane felt confident and there wasn’t much left to do. Xenia walked back into the bathroom with Jane behind her. “Do we really need another person, Nova?” “Yes, last time we could barely speak and hold on,” Nova explained. “We just need a little boost.” Xenia glanced at Jane, noticing her eagerness to assist. She had little choice but to accept her help. When Xenia inquired earlier, Jane stopped her.

RIVER BROWN The weight of his words pilfers through my skin and even in my disoriented very mad state, I still hit his back. Neo doesn’t ease up. He carries me like he owns me and my thoughts go back to that bar. Ria came with her friend, Jane and together the night was headed to a fun trajectory about my kids and two of Ria’s kids when she asked me about my mates. Then Jane had purposefully butted in about how Neo came to her when he was mad about my departure.

The scent of pine and worn leather filled his senses—Jay hadn’t changed. Jay was older, maybe mid-forties now, but built like a wall. Six-foot-six, with the same deep green eyes Knox had inherited from his mother. His beard was peppered with gray, and his arms still bore old battle scars. “Uncle,” Knox said, pulling back just slightly. “I thought you were gone for good.” Jay smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah, well. I came back. Business.” Knox's brows drew together. “What kind of business?”

she said, determined to see him through this. Fiona was lost in a hopeful daydream. "If you marry one of them, it'll be a huge boost for your career. Before you know it, the Jones Group will be the top dog in Jubilee City." Adrian scanned the dozens of photos spread before him. The women were a mix of cute, innocent, sultry, and sizzling, but not one of them was Liliana. With a sweep of his arm, he sent the photos scattering to the floor. "I want no one but Liliana!"