Mahōtsukai Mga Nobela at Kwento

“What are you talking about, great one? Have I by error or omission offended you?” “Tufia kwa gi.” The native doctor spat, “Ichoro ino na-ana mara egbe di ime, okwa ya (you want to determine the pregnancy of a hawk by looking at it, right?). You have failed. Bet me, you have failed.” “But wise one, I don’t understand what you are talking about,” Ejima frowned but did not meet those dark eyes. “You will not understand until nemesis catches up with you.” The Dibia hissed and continued down the path, cursing and fussing.

" I started sweating badly. " Sh*t" .... " What's wrong Fred ......" She asked worriedly . " The breaks of my car stopped working Aria ...the...." I trailed in pannick . I pannicked badly as I tried to Control the car as it moved out of the road and that was the last thing I remember ....and the scream of Aria before everywhere went Dark . TBC

“ It’s very possible, just hard to attain, “ he huskily said. I could tell from the tone of his voice his mood had gone down. I wonder if it had anything to do with his mother. He slammed the cooler shut and walked away. “ Next time slam it a little harder, “ JJ shouted. Why couldn’t he just shut up sometimes? One day, he was going to say that to the wrong person and get killed. “ So, who do you think would win in a fight? Katherine or Ethan? “ Maya said brushing her ass against JJ’s pants. JJ carefully shooed her away and she sat and pouted on the cooler. “ Ethan, have you seen his muscles? “ Mabel swooned. I had the urge to beat the shit out of her for betraying me. How could everyone thin

Nobody there could understand. Sugai stood with his hands on his hips, head up, and sighed. He felt impossible, he wanted to cry but tried to stop the tears from flowing. He really didn't understand why his girlfriend and Daisy couldn't escape Yuki's death. It's confusing. Clearly, they’re all strangers who met each other in a different country, yet their affections were still closer than the relatives. Sugai said in pain, “Are you two going to let me continue to live?"

“Probably. Fortunately, I’m fluent in Hatchese and have gotten surprisingly good at figuring out what he’s really on about.” “Hatchese?” I couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s mostly a series of primitive grunts and growls. I suppose it’s a bit like learning to speak Wookie. Now, tell me, love. What’s wrong?” “Everything’s a mess, Maze.” “How so?” I filled her in on mine and Minus’s altercation, as I wasn’t sure how much Hatch had told her from my freak out the night before. “So, you hit him?” I nodded. “Drew blood. A lot, I think.”

she said as her head hung low, feeling defeated. Her mate came up and grabbed her face and held it so he could get a good look even if she couldn't see him behind the darkness. "You're doing what you need to. What anyone would do in your situation. You're a warrior, Riley. I'm so proud of you already. I can't wait till you're back home in the pack."

КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путешествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

“I’m okay, Mia. But I need your help with something.” “Of course. What do you need?” Lisa hesitated, choosing her words carefully. “I need you to do some research for me. There’s a rare plant extract I’ve been looking into, something that’s not easy to find information on. It’s called *Sopor Veritas.* Can you see what you can dig up on it, especially anything related to its uses in medicine?” “Sopor Veritas,” Mia repeated, her tone turning serious. “I’ll start looking right away. Is everything okay, Lisa?”

Instantly, I look out the window and the first thing I see is a big navy blue building surrounded by numerous guards and bound by a very tall metal fence with electric wires at the top. “Welcome to Robertson Behavioural Management School. Your home for the next year…at the very least.”

And why exactly at lunchtime? "Hayir, söylemek bir sey yok." I said I don't have anything to tell. "She wants to leave us." My mom snaps. I feel like my chin is falling on the floor. My dad lets his spoon falling on the plate. "What?!" ... (to be continued)