Kilala Novels & Stories

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.

They’d been home for only two weeks and Camila felt worse every passing day. She’d thrown up everything she’d eaten the day before. She felt sick to the stomach but didn’t feel the need to mention it to Roman as he was very busy with work and everything but now here she was kneeling in front of the toilet, throwing up everything she’d eaten for breakfast with Roman standing behind her dazed and confused. He wasn’t sure what was wrong exactly. They’d eaten practically the same thing but she was the one that had got sick. He wondered if she was allergic to something he wasn’t aware of.

I jump of afraidness and immediately hold my hands on the stranger's hands on my eyes. "Who's this?" I ask. "Guess who, Kanka." When a manly voice says this I immediately notice who this is. "Kanka!" I say excited and turn to face Kerem. 'Kanka' is in Turkish and means 'buddy' in English. We used to call each other often like that. And now that I think of that it would be weird if we get married and still call us Kanka. "Where have you been, Asli? Not even telling me anything about your run away, I feel ashamed!" He chuckles. Kerem would never be mad at me and that's one of the reasons why nobody could ever replace him as my best friend.

"Okay, I will not force you anymore, but I will find someone to teach you at home. Are we okay with that?" Kalil nodded. I was about to leave his room when Kella barge in. "Hey Kalil. Why aren't you changed yet?" "Show some respect Kella. I am older than you." Kalil replied in a strict tone. I massaged my forehead. Here they go again. Not a day goes by without them bickering. "You are only two minutes older than me. Do I need to call you kuya?" Kuya is a tagalog word means older brother in our own language.

Genzo gave his Keyla a kiss and waited for the reactions of his colleagues, who stood around more speechless in the area. *hey sweetie, how are you* Kaltz took the initiative *hm yes, how should I explain it to you, at the moment 2 broken ribs, a bruised knee, bruises and bruises all over my body, but otherwise I'm fine* she grinned at him, because he was never good at sarcasm. *Oh Kaltz, seriously I'm feeling crappy, because normally I can't stand on my feet because of the pain. But thanks be to medicine, I'm standing here now. And I'm still alive, so everything's fine* now Kaltz also understood what Keyla wanted. The others looked at her in disbelief because they didn't understand why she

𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒐𝒌𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 _Ujuritaellianna √√√

She looked me up and down as if I were an insect. “How dare you bring her here,” she spat. “Really. You know far better.” “She is The One,” Caleb said flatly. Unlike the others, this woman did not seem surprised. Instead, she just let out a short, mocking laugh. “That’s ridiculous,” she answered. “You’ve brought war on us,” she continued, “and all for a human. A simple infatuation,” she said, her anger rising. With each sentence, the crowd behind her seemed to get bolstered, to grow with a concurring anger. It was becoming an angry mob.

But no matter how hard she tried she couldn’t escape the growing pressure. Her father’s condition took a sudden turn to the worse, and the doctors were now recommending a high-risk surgery that would give him a fighting chance. But it came with an even higher price. Olivia listened to the doctor as he explained the situation, the numbers going through her eyes. It was more than she could ever hope to come up with on her own.

Previously <- <- "His name is Jake, do you guys know him?" _ _ _ _ _ _ _ "WHAT!" Anna shouted as my face went pale. Tatiana flinched from her cousin's sudden outburst. "Yo! what the hell, girl," Tatiana winced while caressing her left ear. "Did you just say, Jake, as in hot, muscular, tatted, Jake?" Anna asked as Tatiana nods with a smirk plastered on her lips. I wish I could smack that smirk off her face and I had no clue why I mean I could care less about Jake or whoever is crushing over his playboy ass.

She closed he eyes as she breathed in and out slowly. "Hey! I can't believe I forgot to show you this", Anna's loud voice was heard again and Kaylee opened her eyes to look at it. "Wow, it's pretty", Kaylee said when she saw it. It was a pink butterfly with a blue design on it. It was the size of a key holder and it had the circular iron thing stuck to it so Kaylee did not have to guess what it was but she liked it already. No girl can resist that, it was really pretty.