Lucoa And Shouta Novels & Stories

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

I blurt out. Cortèz starts to stroke his cane over the sand making a capital L. “Let.” He says to us while he writes the capital letter U. “Us.” Then strokes his cane again making a capital A. “All.” Writes the letter H. “Heal.” Lastly he finished with the capital U. “Unexpectedly.” Harry finishes. Cortèz smiles. “The island of LUAHU is home for people who wishes to heal. May the both of you heal from your pains and be awakened soon.” He walks away until he magically disappears fading.

Their shouts echoed throughout the trees, splitting the serene silence around us. Luca turned to me and leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Congratulations, Luna Caroline."

“What kind of things?” “Well, for starters we all have our own thing we like to do. Most Luna’s, like those before me, had different areas they excelled at. It is our responsibility to find a way to help the pack, by improving something. It can be multiple things, or even just one single thing. Think of it as a project. It can be something that needs created, or just improved.” She paused to take a drink from her orange juice.

SHIT! #TBC

Luca and I need this. To be continued

Alex03 P.S. Just for fun a photo Of Luca

I went and sat down in one of the couches waiting for a refill. Leo dropped onto the couch across from me, spreading his arms across the backrest like a king claiming territory. “You see that last goal?” he shouted. I barked out a laugh. “You mean the one that I scored?” “Details,” he said, turning his gaze towards me. The boys erupted in laughter. Music pulsed through the glass walls of the suite as I nodded my head to the beats. Luca climbed onto the couch, nearly slipping. “Speech! Captain, give us a speech!” he shouted.