Romans & histoires Legends And Lattes

Arrieta, was speaking in a voice so low it was almost a whisper, but the weight of it seemed to anchor the entire room. ​"The board is already calling, Luke," the lawyer said, his tone more fatherly than professional, though it carried a sting. "The cafeteria wasn't just a 'scene.' It was a declaration of instability. In this city, pride is a currency, and you just spent yours on a junior editor in front of four hundred witnesses." ​Luke didn't defend himself. He stared at a glass paperweight on his desk, his jaw working in silence. ​"I’ve known your father since before you were...you know," Arrieta continued, leaning forward. "The Legacy isn't built on truth; it’s built on the image of perf

Lord Cale roared as he kicked the head of the snake far from his wife was looking faint like she would soon swoon at any given moment. “The message from the Warlady is: you have declared war on me, Lady Lillian. You lost all my respect and I hope we never see again because if we do, I will make sure that everybody knows what kind of snake you are, also your little gift didn’t hurt me, cannot say the same for my guard but if you ever try something like this again, it would not be only the snake head I will take off. Yours will be next.” The messenger said as Lord Cale looked at his wife who flushed with embarrassment.

He picked it up and started reading it. That paper was a document by Hamburg, the first senator of Bingle land. The document stated, "A child will be born in Bingle and he will be the saviour of the World. Be will be given the name LEGEND OF THE JUNGLE. A time is coming where a powerful man from Jingle will enslave all the people of Bingle. But only one warrior in Bingle land can save them. Only at this time,e the war between Bingle and Jingle will end. The reader of this paper should note that the last kilometre is risky and full of wild animals."

A minute later Rodrigo dragged the big olive green canon and Pete's eyes widened with fear. "So, the godfather dies like this..." Blair said as she gestured Pablo to remove the tape from Pete's mouth. "What are you going to do? Don't do this!" he pleaded in fear and Blair seemed to stay impassive. Expressionless. Tough. Arrogant. These were the words to describe Cliterella...she is called by this name for a reason. "Isn't it amazing that one tiny egg and one tiny sperm can make one massive twat?" she spoke in a mocking tone and the man didn't answer.

West Point of View “Aghh!” I enjoy the scream of each rogue as I stamp the heated metal in their body. “We promise not to do it again!” They begged. I look at the five of them. They outnumbered my Luna! I look at the one guy who remains silent. I walk closer to him. I raised the metal but he didn’t flinch a bit. “I don’t know that the Legendary Luna is that weak.” His devilish laugh echoed in the whole room.

The thought made my stomach twist in a way I didn’t want to examine too closely. As I turned the corner toward my locker, I noticed a big crowd gathered in front of the notice board. People were talking excitedly, pointing at a new poster. I slowed down and moved closer to see what everyone was looking at. The poster was colorful and bold: **“NEVER KISS AND TELL”** **Valentine’s Special Game** Blindfolded kissing line. Kiss the boy your instincts tell you is the one. No names. No talking. Just lips and fate.

While Ambrose went to take a shower, Larissa sneakily ordered two cups of latte for delivery. She had been obsessed with latte lately, finding solace in this magical and delicious beverage. However, since she got pregnant, Ambrose had been strict, not allowing her to drink lattes. When Ambrose came out of the shower, he saw Larissa secretly drinking a latte. Not just one, but two cups simultaneously! He frowned. "Don't drink too much of it. it contains excessive caffeine and trans fats." Ambrose naturally harbored a grudge against latte. Once discovered, it would lead to a lecture. Seeing that he was about to start nagging, Larissa quickly gulped down both cups of latte.

In addition, regarding the leak of Sabini Group case files, I will formally file a lawsuit against Dante Romano and my former assistant, Lucia Bianchi, on charges of misappropriation of trade secrets. I had just said that when my vision suddenly went dark, and I fell straight backward.

Leo said before ending the call. Fuck. "He has Alexia," i stated as i ran my hand through my hair, "Gather everyone. The Lebanese mafia and Australian mafia became allies but they're still not as powerful as we are." I continued, "They want a war? I will give them a fucking war."

Chapter 2 “PRINCESS Maria Isabelle De Lata, wake up there. I still have an appointment. I have many more souls to fetch today.” A baritone voice shouted right on my left ear. I immediately woke up, catching up my breath. Who the hell mentioned my full name? It’s really cringey on my end hearing that name of mine. I’m a lesbian and yet my name is so girly in nature. It always made me shiver upon hearing someone calling me that way. And I don't even know about my ancestors and why they chose “De Lata” as our last name. Maybe... my bloodline were fond of eating canned foods long ago. (De Lata is a Filipino slang term for canned foods)