Mahito Hoodie Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Absolutely not. Dad has no idea about this situation, and I’d rather keep it that way.” “If you prefer, I have an alternative,” Darius offered, handing me a black hoodie with bold red writing. It had a rebellious vibe, reminiscent of rock music videos. It wasn’t my style, but I wasn’t in a position to be picky. “I know the weather can be quite chilly, and it’s interesting how the human body doesn’t generate its own warmth.”

“Are you sure that boy’s a spy, brother?” Hikaru asked. “How do we find him?” Their loud conversation by the entrance was heard all the way here. “He’s wearing a brown hooded coat with black furry lining,” Masaru replied. “The one looks like a lion.” He weaved his head in search of me among the crowd, glad I took it off earlier, or else I’d be found on the spot. “I’m certain that I’ve seen him before.”

They are the Alphas of Holmes and Hendrix Packs. Tonight, Brett came with a new look. His crimson hair was dyed black. He has a clean cut hairstyle that gave him a campus crush vibe on him. Instead of the image of a Casanova, he looks more decent in his black suit. On the other side, Adam's dark blue hair was brushed up. He doesn’t wear any piercings and only has a golden watch as his accessory. With an indigo suit and white turtle neck underneath, he looks as astonishing and manly as ever.

I mumbled and was about to step out when the car door opened, "Wear this." I heard him say before he threw the black hoodie he was wearing toward me, I turned to thank him but he was already gone. I looked out of the window to glance at him and my body quivered when I saw his broad naked toned backside flexing as he walked away.... His back has a dark scary tattoo of a dragon running down his spine... I wanted to figure out the whole tattoo but some men blocked my view, I bit my tongue to prevent the cuss that wanted to erupt from my mouth and began to wear the hoodie that felt like him, smelled like him and I loved the feel of it.

His gaze moved over the line of participants before settling exactly where mine had remained. Maeve. A growl vibrated through my chest. Cassian exhaled. “Ronan.” Darius glanced toward me. His smile widened. I turned my attention back to Maeve before I gave him a reason to lose his head before the Hunt began. Huntmaster Aldric Holt stepped between the two boundary lines. His ceremonial robes had been replaced by a long black coat. The same dark staff rested in his hand, its silver wolf’s head catching the moonlight.