Kumpulan Novels & Stories

“Laya!” Chief Rann shouted from inside the food packing room as he glared at me, this was food pack room C, we had three different ones marked A, B and C, this one was being packed with food for the brothers when they came. Anyone able to work was ferociously busy helping to stack the C room with bags of potatoes, tomatoes, cabbage, nuts, milk and a few other types of foods our tribe worked so very hard for. They came once every third month, which meant our tribe had to supply them with food four times a year, of which they took a third of our food supplies, our tribe worked hard and it wasn’t fair that they had to give up such a large amount of their hard labor to scum like the brothers, al

None of it mattered except this—Eli's hand on my jaw, his lips against mine, the taste of him like coming home and leaving it at the same time. "You're sure?" he asked when we broke apart. "I've never been more sure of anything uncertain in my life." He laughed—that beautiful, full-bodied laugh I'd spent so long denying I loved. "That might be the most Adrian thing you've ever said." The business plan was beautiful in its simplicity: Chen & Associates. Not Westbrook. Not someone else's vision. Ours. We'd built something unprecedented in the industry—the merger of strategic analysis and emotional intelligence. We'd proven it worked. Now we were going to own the proof.

Tiffany asks me. I smile. "Why don't you tell me?" "No way," she says bumping my shoulder with hers gently. "I already know the answer. I wanna hear your guess first." "You do, huh?" She smiles and nods. "Okay. I'll take a guess." I watch as the woman points out different areas of interest to the kids. Sometimes it's an insect on the ground. Sometimes it's the tops of the trees. Sometimes it's the way the fountain moves. She's a black woman, maybe mid thirties. And the kids are of all different races… a Hispanic teenaged girl; a Hispanic boy, probably around eight or nine; a black boy who seems to be about three; and two toddlers in a double stroller, one black little girl with pink bows all

“I told you that it was okay to wait in the car.” “No. It’s okay.” He gave her hand a good squeeze which I, unfortunately, could see. He then looked at me. “This person is…?” “He is Kuronomiya Kakeru. My colleague. He joined two years after me.” She introduced me, then held his hand firmly and turned to me. “This is Ashitaka Mamura. My boyfriend.” “Pleased to meet you.” I bowed in greeting. “Pleased to meet you too.” He returned a bow.

my father ordered, and everywhere was silent. Mai'Aljannu spread an animal hide on the floor and sat on it. He brought out some bones. The bones looked like human fingers, but no one spoke. He also brought out eight cowries and four Kola nuts. He divided each kola nut into four. From every four, he took one part of the kola nut and ate it. When he finished, he spread the items on the hide and cut his palm. He did not even flinch from pain. He dropped his blood on the things and began to recite something in a strange language. Then just like that, he was still; he looked upon the item silently without moving. After a few seconds, he engaged in a conversation with the items. The language he sp

Louis Reginald Sparks, twenty-seven-year-old vocalist of the band Run Up My Galaxy, charming and a minion of fate, like any normal person, loved surprises. In fact, I used to love it. His younger brother Tom is too. However, the surprises presented by their common beloved woman with the gentle nickname Kitsune sometimes made them pretty nervous.

Disbelieving, I reply, “Don't fuck with me Aika. Everyone has a mate.” She answers me seriously, “regular wolves do. We are not ordinary. When mom told you about the choice, she wasn't wrong. But mom only knows a few things about our capabilities. And actually, the world too. We can choose MATES, as in plural. We can have more than one. And we can reject them without going crazy.” Shocked I respond, “It just can't be right!”

The calm tenor in his voice kept order as he commanded, “Gather the women and children. Place them within the pack house where they’ll be safe. Warriors attend to your stations, we are being attacked.” I rose to my feet in order to make my way to the pack house with the others. The pack house was fortified to withstand most attacks and keep the most vulnerable pack members safe from harm while the warriors fended them off. I looked around for Eskal and noticed he’d made his way to Alpha Lucas’ side, they seemed to be having a heated argument before Eskal stomped off in a huff. I jumped when I felt someone grab my wrist.

It has been four days, four days of hell for Roy. Kimberly has refused to see him or have anything to do with him, which saddens and upsets him at the same time, causing him to lash out his frustration on his pack members. He didn’t mean to do any of that, but he desperately needed somewhere to let out some steam as his wolf was slowly losing it. It so desperately wanted to go into Kimberly’s room to mark and claim her as his for days now, but Roy has been trying to contain his wolf’s yearning for its mate and it was beginning to take a toll on him.

Mathias came back in with some beers and sausage rolls. Rasmus came back fairly shortly, and I had to resist the urge to jump up and greet him. What is wrong with me? He approached me on the sofa and showed me a tub in his hand. “This contains medical grade silicone. It should help prevent a scar forming whilst helping the wound heal quicker” He explained. “Thank you” I took the tub from him, turning it in my fingers to take a look. Rasmus huffed and I looked up at him.