Kindred Novels & Stories

I don't even know what I'm doing at this point but I'm so damn curious about who this woman is and it's killing me. I slide my finger on the iPad and through the G****e results until one photo appears and the corner of my lips lifts up. There you are. There's a picture of her in her motorcycle and Keith's words replay in my mind. I haven't even met her yet I can recognize her. Looking at the iPad's screen, I find myself too immersed in this. Her hair is long and black, bringing out her blue eyes. She looks unique and exotic, perhaps that's why people recognize her easily.

I'm more than grateful that I settled for a wand instead of gummy bears. More than halfway into the movie, Laura starts hiccuping. “Laura dear, can you lead me to the kitchen? I want to get water for you. “Daidi says mummy will not be happy if another woman enters her kitchen.” Dumbfounded is an understatement for what I am right now. “Does this mean only mummy enters the kitchen?” “And grandma. I can too.” “Oh, then please get yourself a cup of water sweetheart. You are hiccuping.”

They tried every soft and hard tactic they could think of. "You don't know how pitiful Aiden is. He eats only plain bread for meals. He takes the bus to and from school. His clothes stink, and no one washes them." "Your father-in-law is even worse. Some days no one changes his diaper, and bedsores are breaking out under him. He screams in pain every day." Aunt Diane spoke while wiping away tears. Aunt Marsha pressed the advantage. "I know you're the kindest. Vanessa was just stupid. She had a perfectly good husband at home, but she was bewitched by a wild man. But the child and the old man are innocent, aren't they?"

Jack without hesitation carried me into a room Filled with dogs even after danile knew how much I hate and fear dogs after I lost my only sister because she was biten by a dog our house when my parents was alive that was how I became very traumatised with dogs. “Sir please” my personal assistant Jenny who knows I'm always afraid of dog knelt before danile pleading. “Sir please Mrs Emily has been sick of late and she is very much afraid of dogs sir please”. Danile flamed up “how dare you question my order?, or do you want to join her?”.he yelled “I'm sorry sir” Jenny knelt down immediately. “Tomorrow I will bring her to kneel before laura and apologise only then will this matter be considered

Like 'Scandalous Me' which its premiere she will attend later. "Oh, you came!" Adam raised his hand, said hello. "Sit down." Adam tapped the sofa beside him but In Ha chose to sit the opposite. She naturally sat beside Arthur. Arthur introduced the three of them to In Ha. The four of them held a surnamed 'Kim', which made In Ha frown. Alex patiently gave him an explanation. "Well, Arthur, Anna and I were orphans, then Adam's parents graciously adopted and made us brothers to this man."

She must save her granddaughter from the same fate that claimed her father. The Jacksons share a common trait: a relentless, unyielding stubbornness. Granny Minama knew this too well. It’s why she regretted ever introducing Demika to the cursed Book of Shadows and leaving her alone with it. The darkness had been calling to Demika, whispering in a language only she could hear, pulling her deeper into its abyss. Granny Minama could see it in her granddaughter’s eyes—eyes now as black as the void, reflecting the demonic forces that sought to devour her soul.

said a female voice and they all turned around to see Rashidat in the room with them. She was a pretty young lady with a low cut. She hugged Adams before facing Ichabod. “Wow. My father was right. This is remarkable. I have read so much on duality but I have never seen anything like it before. This is too good to be true.” “Well, lady, as long as I appreciate being the first of my kind, I don’t have much time left. Please can you help me?”

My mother chose them because they recognized her as a Valkyrie and they still worshipped the Norse gods. My mother's last words to us were to stay away from the order and the gods. I found out years later that she had died shortly after of a broken heart. Thana and I had run away from the village as teenagers and returned to the cabin, my mother was still there, although only in body, beside her was a letter to my sister and I explaining everything.

White flowers carpet the ground year-round, their petals never falling, their scent always the same: soft, sweet, like the first breath after a long-held silence. ‎ ‎I am the scent. ‎ ‎Rex is the pattern of light on the ground. ‎ ‎We are the reason the place feels like coming home, even for those who have never been here before. ‎ ‎The people—Kindred, they still call themselves—live in balance with the world. They build lightly, leave softly, love deeply. They do not conquer; they connect. They do not hoard; they share. They do not forget; they remember. ‎ ‎They remember us not as heroes or legends, but as the first who chose ordinary love in extraordinary tim