Legolas/aragorn Novelas e Histórias

I said, still smiling. He looked more like Lucian now. Same towering height and boy, his muscles were well defined, clinging to the shirt he was wearing. His jet black hair almost as long as Lucian's was messy and his jaw was framed with neatly shaped beards. They could easily pass for twins but the difference was in their eye colors and Val had no tatts that I could see. "I've missed you more. My life was less fun without you in it". He smiled, flashing his dimples.

Sarah yelled at Legolas. He didn't say anything and instead hastily brought Sarah to his chest. His arms wrapped around her as his nose was planted in her hair on her neck breathing and calming down. Sarah didn't say anything and instead let Legolas calm down. It wouldn't do them any good if both of them were agitated. "You're mine," Legolas wolf and him growled at Sarah's neck "No, I'm not," Sarah replied. Pushing Legolas back and stepping out of his hold. "We never ejected together, that mark of our shoulder means you belong to me," the both of them said together. He reached over and pulled Sarah's sleeve down to expose a bare shoulder.

I can’t help but to ask myself. The next thing I know. I feel a light caress on my cheek. Opening my eyes, I see his black eyes staring back at me. Somehow, he managed to get rid of Davis and put all his attention on me without me hearing anything at all. “Why are you crying little star?” Trying to step back I realized that he has his other arm wrapped around my waist holding me to him. “Who are you? You are not Eli.” I say feeling the zapping energy coming from his fingertips on my check. “My name is Aragorn, Eli’s extra spirit. His Lycan spirit.” I nod my head as I feel like I’m drowning in his dark eyes that seem to sparkle with the stars above. “Why did you claim me?” I ask as Aragorn sm

he asked, pretending to be in deep thought. "You're worse than him." Raziah spoke out again and Aragorn nodded his head in agreement. "I agree I am the worst, I'm the baddest and it's not my fault you failed to see right through me. I love you Raziah I won't deny it but we are not meant to be. I am meant for greatness." He told her and then he dipped one of his fingertips on her slit throat and licked off the blood on it. "But then again, I can't let this blood to waste." he added and his fang came out and he sank them on the same throat.

Aisha POV: ‘He hung up the call’ I spoke in my mind, I kept staring at my phone screen in haze mind when a Porsche came and stopped in front of me “babe get in….” Michael said peeking through passenger side window, I hoped in his car and we drive off “Is everything fine?” Michael spoke with concern look “AAhmm… Not sure, I called my Mom but she didn’t respond so I called papa and…” I spoke “And what?” Michael questioned staring at road ahead “And someone named RAVAN responded through his phone” I replied “RAVAN? What kind of name is that?” Michael questioned with amused smile “well, I am not 100% sure but it is an Indian Mythological character from Ramayan ?” I replied “Okeis……….. well that

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

His wolf was gnashing inside of him. 'She's ours. Why can't she trust us?' his wolf whom he had re-named Alfred since his birth name was attached to his ugly past said 'Not everyone can be horny like you Alf' Luca chided him. The two of them watched the rest of the movie in silence before the stars were out and they had to go star gazing. She snuggled into him on the mat they laid on outside the house.

He got some grey strands of hair only but his hatred and his appearance remained the same. No words were coming out of his mouth. The man over the video call spoke. "Remember me?" Rana Pratap stumbled at his place. His biggest fear was standing in front of him. He didn't expect him to be alive and he didn't expect the entire scenario. Snapping the phone away the man in the middle spoke in the deadliest tone. His broken English was enough to bring down a chill through everyone's spine. "I am Arthur. Luca's son. Now either you willingly tell us where Myra is, or be ready to face the consequences."

It was clear right from day one that Sierra isn't as welcoming as Angela, which didn't really bother me as I also didn't want to be part of the family; sooner or later I would be leaving. I walked to the watch section, my eyes falling on a particular black sleeve rolex. For some reason, the watch reminded me of Sage. It is a masterpiece that would suit his wrist, and part of me wanted it for him but couldn't afford it. Besides, he has like a dozen or so collections that I'm sure he has never used. "You like it?" Sierra's voice came in, snapping me out of my thoughts. My lips drew back together. I only stared at her briefly before shaking my head, the air suddenly filling up with silence.

"Barely." ​"It’s 4:59, sir," I replied, stepping forward and placing the silver flash drive on the polished mahogany surface. "The edit is complete." ​Luke finally looked up. His eyes were sharp, scanning me with a clinical detachment that made me want to shrink. He reached for the drive, his fingers brushing against mine for a fleeting second. I felt a jolt—a phantom spark of the connection we once had—but his expression didn't change. He plugged the drive into his computer, the silence in the room stretching until it felt suffocating.