Romans & histoires Litorica Stories

The friends who had invited her looked away in shame, they knew what they had done, trying to sell my sister off to some man for some wads of naira. Despicable! We went straight to our vehicle and the driver drove off without another word. Laila thanked me profusely ,after that, she gave her life to Christ through me and since then we had been inseparable. ******************************************* Back to the present... "Ah ah, Tolani, Titilola" Tana called walking out of the bathroom draped in a towel. "What's going on here? I heard Lola raising her voice and coming out now your countenances prove that you both had a fight" Her arms were folded across her chest.

Lucrecia asked, licking the corner of the man's lips. "El, my name is Elvaro," the man answered quickly, then stuck out his tongue again. "Alright, El. I'll teach you the way of kissing properly," Lucrecia said to the man whose name was Elvaro. Right after saying those words, Lucrecia immediately crushed Elvaro's lips. She brushed Elvaro's tongue with her tongue, before finally smacking Elvaro's lips fiercely and passionately. Elvaro who received such a treatment from Lucrecia became even more passionate. He learned quickly and managed to match the kiss from Lucrecia.

He was looking down on her because of her age. "Being a benefactor of a guild such as ours isn't something a child like the little miss can do so easily. Do you even have enough funds to do that with?" he asked with a raised brow. "Since you find it hard to believe me I will tell you something that is sure to make me more trustworthy. The land in the city of Saron that you are hesitating to buy? Buy it, you will find a mine with high quality mana stones there and other precious minerals," she said without missing a beat. He didn't let it show, but she could tell he was curious as to how she knew that. The Lotus guild was known for their secrecy, especially when it came to information pertain

I commented, making Shiela choke on her food. "Lyrica, don’t be fooled. Men in Manila are different," she warned. "I won’t fall for him. I’m just glad I saved on fare last night," I assured her. "And got a free jacket," Misha teased. "I returned it last night. It looked expensive, and I didn’t want to ruin it by washing it," I replied. "You returned it unwashed? To Sir Lucian?" Misha exclaimed in disbelief. "Yes, better that than ruining it. He didn’t seem to mind," I said, smiling.

/……………………………………………………………../ It was at that point promptly in the first part of the day. Luciana considered taking a dip in the housetop pool, however she recalled her last experience and immediately pushed the thought insane. She decided to go for a comfortable walk outside the lodging. She'd been there sufficiently long to realize that local people wouldn't upset her with demands for signatures or photographs. She stirred from her sleep and started strolling to the cold earth floor. A recognizable face dealt with her before she strolled to the lift. ""Hello, Rascal!" He was called by her. Somebody had offended Todd, so he returned the gaze. ""Who on earth are you calling your rascal?" says

I look at the three crosses on the dock—Papa Luca’s, Papa Dante’s, Papa Rocco’s. I place a new shell on Papa Luca’s heart—perfect spiral, Lagos coast. I don’t whisper anything. I don’t need to. The lagoon keeps shining. The stories keep being told. And the life they built—scarred, beautiful, ours—doesn’t end. It fights. Differently. But forever.

Mabilis na tumabi si Luther, hinawakan ang kamay ni Rica at itinulak siya pasulong, "Lola, asawa ko." Hindi maipaliwanag na narinig ni Riva ang isang pahiwatig ng pagmamalaki sa kanyang tono, at ang unang kaba ng "pagkikita ng mga magulang" ay biglang nawala nang walang bakas. Tumingin siya kay Lola Katarina at magalang na binati, "Lola, hello, I'm Riva." Nang marinig ni Lola Katarina ang salitang "Apo…", kumislap ang mga mata nito at makahulugang tumingin sa brat na nasa tabi niya.

Their haul had been plentiful as well, but the men seemed shaken as they got off their boats. When pressed to tell what happened, it was only then that the fishermen told the stories of what they saw on the island. The first time that they were there, they decided to follow the river to find a source of fresh water to drink. They found a waterfalls with a clear pool of water. As they replenished their water containers, one of them saw a dark figure moving between the trees and called the attention of Perlita’s grandfather. It was difficult for them to see through the trees and whatever it was that they saw travelled fast. The man who first saw the dark figure described a humanlike figure tha

“My story is not worth telling, Luna.” “Nonsense,” Loretta said, her tone still kind but firm. “Every soul has a story worth telling, and yours is written all over your eyes. Pain, yes. But also courage. And secrets.” She leaned in, her gaze tender. “Start wherever you can, child. I will listen.” For the first time in years, Liora felt the walls around her heart tremble. She swallowed, her fingers tightening around the porcelain cup, and looked up at the woman who seemed so ready to hear her truth.

I said defensively “Because he is weak. We all are. And we will forever be subject to this tyranny, so prepare for the worst.” She spat. I took no offense to what she said, she wasn’t wrong. Everyone in Litherra village was weaker than the soldiers, there was no way we could fight them. “Are there no stories of anyone who escaped?” I inquired. “Some tried to.” She said. “Tried?” I asked. “They were sacrificed to the goddess, and their bones were used by the lycans to pick their teeth” she said grimly.