Novel & Cerita Leyenda

The news of Lune's disappearance spread like wildfire, capturing the attention of every major publication, social media platform, and gossip blog. Headlines screamed in bold letters, filled with sensationalism and intrigue: "Alpha's Mate Missing: Where is Lune?" "Beautiful Luna Disappears: Fans Demand Answers!" "Mystery Surrounds Lune: Has the Alpha's Happiness Been Stolen?" "Lune: The Girl Who Vanished – Fears of a Kidnapping!" "Alpha Arlo Desperate to Find His Missing Mate!"

Just a business man with a soul that was probably just cigarettes and nightly stock reports. “Iris?” My head moved up from my book, “I’m going to pass out soon,” I knew why, “That’s fine,” I replied, “How long until we get to-” “We’re going to the Maldives. We’ll be landing in Sri-” A yawn rang out, “Lanka and then directly to some private island.” I felt my chest rise, “Wake me up when we get…” He trailed off his head lulling as he slumped further in his seat.

Thalia’s POV As the connection dissolves, a shimmering haze lifts from the circle, and one by one the wolves shift back into their human forms. The air feels lighter, but a quiet tension remains. Lycans, unlike ordinary wolves, retain their clothes through the change—a small comfort in the midst of chaos. I glance over at Blake, my heart heavy with regret. “I’m sorry, Blake,” I whisper, my voice trembling. “I tried. If the three goddesses cannot help her, then I can’t either.”

he said "stay away from Lucy, this is between the both of us" I said "okay fine but I want you to introduce me to her" he said "why should I", I asked " don't play that game with me unless you want me to blow your cover" he said " okay fine is that all you want?", I asked "as her father", he replied " what the hell!!!", I cursed " are you crazy" I asked "that girl is almost sixteen" I said

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he tells me then tits his head to the carnage I left in the middle of the room. I slump into his shoulder and just breath, I feel like my lungs haven't had a proper breath since walking away from my dad's body. My heart feels heavy for my lose but somehow alive, it's all because of the man who's holding me tight to his chest while giving out orders. "My condolences Miss Diabla for your loss" says a man with a heavy Spanish accent. "The Castro. The San Torino and The Belmura Families all stand at your side, we will have allies' contracts drawn and send for you agreement in the next few days"

He said as he grabbed the book kept on the side stool and wrote his number. "Does Afraah know about this?" "I haven’t told her yet, do you think she won’t like it?" "I don’t know," Khalil responded He was about to speak when he saw a message on his. "Keep the boxes over there" He instructed the men before he turned back and looked at Khalil "Some of the boxes contain fruits while other snacks, drinks, and food, they will last for at least two weeks or more and you don’t have to worry about it being spoilt because they are all non-perishable foods. You have my number, I’m just a call away" He said as he stood up and walked towards the door

"Oh, is that so? I didn't know my lady was there the whole time." "It's alright, sorry I lied about mother wanting to see you. I just really needed to speak to you in private without raising suspicion. There's an important task that only you could help me with Sir Caleb", she grinned. He felt an ominous feeling but went ahead to ask for details on what she wanted him to do. She explained that she needed him to help her in exchanging her jewels and helping her get in contact with the Lotus information guild. "My lady, may I ask why you want to have relations with that guild?"

Mae questioned suspiciously. Blaze gave her a soft look in an attempt to calm her suspicion. “Our grandmother gifted us with a book that she claims is older than this world. It’s in a strange language and most of it is not translated. One of the few translations is the word ‘priores’ above drawings of fourteen red-eyed beings. It’s Latin for forefathers, also referred to as—“