Novelas y relatos de Kaito Cantarella

She blushed as Luca eyed her. “And, who’s Kaya?” Luca asked. “Sorry, my feline form is a black panther. Her name is Kaya. She doesn’t talk much to me yet, but she definitely lets me know what she wants.” Dakari was looking at her quizzically. He looked like he had something to say but he held his tongue. As Katalea reached out for the table to steady herself she felt something rough pinch the palm of her hand. Startled again, she pulled back her hand, somehow making a fist around a sharp object. The others were watching closely as she opened her hand to reveal what had caused the pain.

Massimo cut him off, and Niccolo reluctantly sat back. "It's been a week since Violette's announcement, and using common sense, this is when caution should be applied. Something is gon' happen, it's a premonition" Massimo said. They all exchanged glances. -- [Hera Fountain] Kaito was already waiting in the middle room, dressed in a Japanese tux with his walking cane rooted to the ground when Izumi came in, looking immaculate in her white wedding gown. The beading and glitters are so much that there's barely any visible fabric, and her veil is swinging on her bun.

“Maybe we can combine our names to create a new one! That’d be cute, right?” “Sure, let’s give it a shot,” Dalton agreed. “Dalton plus Ella. Hmm...Perhaps, Daltella?” They tilted their head to the side. Somehow, that name sounded familiar. “It vaguely reminds me of Nutella,” Hera commented. “But, it’s still cute, right?” Dalton asked. “It’s ugly,” Kairo bluntly said, making Dalton frown. It seems like Kairo didn’t want to hold back today. He was as blunt and sharp as a knife.

Cario kissed Kailey on the cheek. He was becoming more and more fond of Kailey, this little goblin. Kailey leaned into his arms and said in a coquettish voice, "Cario, I heard that this Fashion Grand Ceremony is organized by Zeladco Entertainment, a subsidiary of the Zelasco Group?"

Everyone else is already seated there, and they are dressed too. Caramel is wearing a light browm hoodie that has mouse ears on the hood and skinny jeans, Strawberry has on a black and red checkered T shirt and black pants, Cream has on a white polo shirt with the front side of his chest open in a V neck line pattern and black cargo pants while Coco— He's wearing a dark brown crop top that has long puffy satin sleeves and a high waist black leather pants with ear rings that glimmer and dangle from both ears as he smiles at me "Kitten!"

he reported. Alpha Randall strode into his courtroom, his face set in a grim expression. Kellan and two other guards walked behind him, with Klara trailing behind. "What the fuck are you doing here?" He demanded when he entered the courtroom. He saw three men and a woman standing, waiting patiently for him. "Greetings, Alpha Randall. My name is Kaito. We come in peace." Kaito spoke with a small bow. "Speak. What do you want within my pack?" Randall asked, ignoring the formalities.

commented the Alpha. Serenity's eyes widened in shock. "How come? You know that is not possible for me when I have nothing more than respect for you." "Liar." Kieran flicked on her forehead. Serenity opened her mouth about to say something when Kieran pushed something into her mouth. She looked down to find a chocolate covered croissant and met his eyes with surprise. "Shut up and eat." Kieran let go of the croissant. Serenity took a large bite out of the mouthwatering croissant— the instinctive hunger persistently gnawing in her stomach prompting her to act greedily. As she chewed on the bite, rest of the croissant lost support and fell on her lap.

It makes me question why Elio would want me even more. “Hi Kara, I’m Aaliyah, Cahya’s mate, the beta female of the pack I have come to help you get ready,” she adds in a musical voice that adds to her sweetness. I gesture for her to come in my breath catches in my throat as I catch sight of the numerous marks that adorn her neck, back, and shoulder. She gives me a knowing wink as she walks past me, leaving me stunned.

Or so I thought. “Now,” Kael’s voice rang out, deep and smooth, pulling all attention to him, “a Luna must be more than beautiful. She must be strong.” My head snapped toward him. What? The smirk tugging at the corner of his lips told me everything. He was testing me. Publicly. “The sparring circle,” he ordered. Gasps rippled through the crowd. The women smiled like wolves smelling blood. I froze, my heart pounding. “You can’t be serious,” I whispered under my breath.

Not afraid. Defiant. That was why she belongs to me. “Prepare phase one,” I ordered. The room came alive again. But this time, controlled. Because I am not a man who charges blindly. I am Carlino Lacentra. And I do not lose what is mine. Not to leverage. Not for protection. Not to ghosts of old wars. Kailen wanted forty-eight hours. He won’t get them.