Kjære Novels & Stories

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Looking at my mother was like looking at a mirror image of a slightly older version of myself; same build, tall compared to most women, physically lithe, same facial features, blue eyes, and now even a similar cropped hairstyle. “The sun is particularly strong today, so the ice will be dangerous,” my father said, looking up from his breakfast. Strangely, I possessed none of my father’s looks. He was a heavyset man who adored my mother and me unconditionally. “We’ll be careful,” I replied, taking a wheat cake from the table. “Remember: Dresna doesn’t have your abilities.” Dresna, slightly older, was my colleague during harvest time. He was particularly resourceful when problems arose with the

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“What kind?” Before she could speak, the blond, Teague, stood up next to Keane. Muscles rippled and flexed beneath his white tee shirt, and it took me a moment to focus again on the words. “The game is called The Hunt,” he explained, drawing what looked like a half-empty bottle of wine from beneath his chair. He held it up and popped the cork, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever the wine had to do with it, I could do it easily.

He made love to her like a man desperate to stake his claim—fast, hard, unrelenting. She met him with equal fervor, their bodies a tangle of sweat, teeth, and need. Each thrust was a declaration, each kiss a brand. When they finally collapsed, spent and breathless, Kael whispered, “No man touches you like that again.” Luna chuckled softly, tracing his jaw. “You’ll have to keep reminding me then.” He kissed her again, softer this time. “Gladly.” Outside, the wind howled, carrying the scent of storms to come.

with your name and then how are you? "Hallo almal my naam is Eon. Hoe gaan dit met jou?" Eon was first up and to say we had fun hearing everyone trying to say that is an understatement. We were on the floor laughing. Next up is Erik. He is danish. "Hej mit navn er Erik. Hvordan har du det?" This time we don't even try. The words just blend together. Erik decided to write down the words so we can see it. I try it then but I honestly butchered it so badly. Tina tries next and she says it perfectly. Now, it is Tina's turn she is norwegain. After Erik none of us had high hopes in learning each other language.

And his family is nice too. Kerem has a little sister Defne. She's so adorable but very smart for a 13-year-old. Defne talked a lot with me when I came in and asked me questions about me I didn't even notice about myself. She asked about my horoscope and told me stuff about it I didn't know but the adorable part is that she asked me how much Ashley loves me and then told me she likes me too. She even hugged me.

The servant girl standing by his right was slim and her hair was… Jide jumped from his seat. This was no servant girl. At least ten to fifteen cowries were knitted into her dark braided hair, with red beads and wristband contrasting the silver crown that rested on her hair. Her chocolate skin was like those of a chick and her eyes glimmered with a strength that was identical to those of the king. “My queen…Em…I mean, princess. Ndewoo (I greet you)”