Kona Stories Novels & Stories

They ate the food in silence. After eating, they moved to the living room debating on which movie to watch. "Let's watch Lion King" nafisa suggested . "And why? "Khadija questioned. "Do I look like a baby to you "she added. Nafisa dropped the topic of watching cartoons before her cousin would take it far, they decided on watching The Meg which nafisa found weird . She doesn't like action or romantic movies, she would rather watch cartoon for the rest of her life. The movie was scary to fawaz, he wasn't familiar with such big fishes.

Rihanna asked genuinely lost, "Oh my child, why do you sound so confused and at the same time try to make me sound like a lunatic? child your kingdom is not only of, your pack my dear, your leadership is to all the wolves, no more will our packs live differently divided by color and enmity, it will be a united kingdom being ruled by the bravest Luna and your first quest in doing this is to take over this pack as its rightful owner, you have fought, you have won and now you will rule. This pack has stayed without a leader for so long, it has to end" "no I can't take this, Blake is in a much better position than I am, he should lead"

"Okay fine. I will just finish my coffee and I will sleep beside you!" Karen went back to her sleep and Conan read the letter again. He is confused about what is written on the letter and he does not know anyone by the name of Silvia so he needs to find out who she is! He took a picture of the letter and put it back to where it should belong. He lay beside his girlfriend when he suddenly fell asleep and have a dream wherein he saw two wolves hugging each other but their faces were blurred. Then Karen arrives and slapped the guy and told the she-wolf to stay away from her husband.

Each volume of Strange short stories will have 3 medium-sized stories and about 10 short stories. To make it easier to understand and more transparent, this chapter will be like a summary for this and the following volumes. Vol.2: medium stories: The antics of Bia's crew ( ABC) Bia comments on a crew of children of criminals, in an invisible ship. In this world full of magic, demonic beasts and restrictions, they live on the run, abandoned by their parents. Not being accepted anywhere in the world they have to survive on small illegal jobs and from time to time to plunder.

Thank the heavens that their cafe has home-like features that you can watch movies, play arcades, and order some foods. They told them about Konan being their second cousin and they talked about some random kinds of stuff that they didn't notice the warm accompany they're building. As another chapter of their lives passes by, is another day of their lives nearing into tearing them apart... 🖤🖤🖤

“I’ve been trying to learn as much as I can so when we go home I will be able to care for her myself.” “I appreciate that Bart. I trust no other doctor more than you.” Conor replied standing up. “I’m going to shower and then go to sleep. I have a long week ahead of me.” Joanne and Bart nodded quietly as Conor left for his shower. He washed up quickly and then got into bed cradling Karen close to his heart. Before he went to sleep, Conor told the baby the story about how he met Karen.

“What world do you live in?” Keondra rolled her eyes. “You always think I am fooling around.” “I think you're are fictional writer.” He smiled and took her hand. “Come in.” “What is a fictional writer?” He briefly looked at her. “Are you kidding me?” She shook her head. “Like a storyteller.” “Oh! I love storytellers” Keondra looked around. “It is…like a shrine.” “A shrine?” Thane pulled her in for a kiss. “Yeah,” She kissed him back.

Luna invited, her voice carrying the warmth of hospitality. One of the visitors, a storyteller with a twinkle in their eye, began recounting the wonders of their homeland. The description painted vivid images of landscapes bathed in different hues, mystical creatures that roamed freely, and traditions that echoed through generations. Luna, captivated by the narrative, appreciated the diversity that each visitor brought to Nampa. The exchange of stories became a bridge between worlds, allowing the pack and the visitors to glimpse into the unique tapestries of their respective realms. Through shared laughter and moments of reflection, the enchanted gathering unfolded as a celebration of unity

She stammered, "You…are you telling the truth?" "Um. I'm not lying to you!" Conal replied confidently. Conal then tells her about his childhood memories between him and her mother. Azura listened carefully in silence, trying to imagine those images through Conal's story. She would sometimes giggle as if she were also with him and her beautiful mother. At the end of the stories, Conal kissed Azura lightly on the lips, and he whispered in her ear lovingly, "Thank God for giving you to me, honey."