Karangan Novels & Stories

he gave me a purple coloured fruit. " Thank you" I said as I ate the fruit, it was cold in my mouth " hmmmm it's delicious" "What's this one called?" I asked " It's called Cula friut" he replied. " I love it, I love them all apart from the red fruit I ate earlier" I said I could still feel the bitter taste on my tongue. Prince Liam laughed holding his stomach. It was the first time he was laughing and he looked more like Master Derek. " The Rodar friut , it's a medicinal friut. We usually give it to people who are in pains or in coma" he said and then something clicked on my mind.

“I need someone I can rely on.” She stiffened slightly but didn’t move away. As she flipped through another set of papers, her eyes caught something strange. A small piece of folded paper tucked between the reports. Unlike the others, this one wasn’t typed or official… it was handwritten in ink, the edges slightly torn as if it had been hidden for a long time. Frowning, she carefully unfolded it. “The past is never truly buried. Blood runs deeper than trust. Don’t let him find out.” Her heart pounded as she read the words.

The porch was wide with beautiful flowers in pots on either side of the front door and two steps of stairs met the ground. Higan parked his car in front and we rushed into the house, carrying as many groceries we could. Since the rain became heavy, we decided to carry our backpacks and leave our other luggage in the car to avoid getting our stuff wet. It took us two trips to run between the car and the kitchen just for the groceries and we got soaked even more. "It's so cold," I said with a trembling lower lip, putting the last paper bag on the kitchen table. "Hold on," Higan said, walking to a short row of switches near the main door and he flipped one of them. There was a soft hum and the

-ADRIAN POV- I've built my career on the principle that control is everything. It's the only thing that separates the people who succeed from the people who get swept away by circumstance and emotion. Control is knowing exactly what will happen before it happens. Control is building systems that work regardless of external chaos. Control is keeping the world at arm's length so nothing can touch what I've carefully constructed. And I'm very, very good at control. Which is why the assignment Marcus just handed me is simultaneously the most strategic opportunity of my career and the most genuinely irritating thing that's happened to me in months.

It reads; Jangan merasa nyaman. Is this a prank message? All I see are jumbled letters which make up words that I don’t even know exist. I shove it off and dip my phone back into my purse. That doesn’t matter, I want to enjoy my day to the fullest, while I still can, of course. A lot of things can ruin a perfectly good day and turn it upside down. I hope that doesn’t befall me today. [ Translation: Don’t get comfortable. ] *

Aranjo grows up to be a good-natured spoiled girl. After getting tired, Aranjo hugged the raging goose and said, "I'm sorry! I'm just kidding!" Instantly, the goose calmed down and jumped away leaving him. Aranjo knows he has a very powerful seduction ability. His every wish and apology will always be granted. Aranjo, feels very lucky. "What is it, Mom?" Aranjo asked Mrs. Ji. "Tomorrow is your 15th birthday! Quickly go to your lady's tavern and buy flour! Mom will bake a cake for you tomorrow!" The mother said

an old man sang his joy away. Murai cleaned his face with his palm. He hurled the decapitated head away, and it landed on the ground, rolling over and over again. He ran down to join his brothers in gyration. They danced in excitement, swinging their hands in a dance of honor for a man due for it. When they were tired, they settled down on the ground, anticipating an explanation of what had just happened. Murai was ready to tell them. He still couldn’t believe it himself. What had just happened? Now that the adrenalin had finished pumping, he was faced with the reality of his actions.

my mom pleaded "Once more, I'm so sorry but we can't intervane. This isn't about a one mans' decision. So don't make it sound or look like. Well, before we summoned you here, we had prepared this file i'm about to hand to you for you to sign. We'll give you a copy of it after you've signed it." He said "I can't believe this! You mean you folcks can't handle this little issue..with all the names you have!?" My mom said

I appointed myself and a few others to keep watch for the first couple hours so the rest of the girls could get some sleep. I could feel myself wanting to fall asleep from pure exhaustion so to prevent it, I headed into the edge of the forest and found a large broken branch on the forest floor. It was a good size, almost reaching my chin when I stood up straight and thick enough that my hand could just grasp the entire thing in my grip. I took it back with me and began to carve the edge of it with the knife Hope had given me. I wanted to turn it into a wooden spear to use for protection.

"You said you wouldn't be back for another month at least!" "Plans changed," Nathan said, laughing as he hugged her back, lifting her briefly off her feet before setting her down. "Turns out three months backpacking through South America is enough to make a man miss actual plumbing, decent coffee, and people who don't try to sell you llama wool at every single bus stop. Where's Ryan? I want to see his face when I tell him about the time I nearly got arrested in Bolivia."