Mako Ta Novels & Stories

Sharmaine looked at Maki and spoke. "That's right, I'm Maki Mohini." Maki did not hide her identity, she looked directly into Sharmaine's eyes and said, the Mohini clan is where she was created and where she used all her strength to fight. “Did the Mohini clan let you stay here too?” Sharmaine asked back. “I am like a loyal dog, sooner or later I must return to Mohini.” Maki knows her fate, she is a high ranking vampire who can kill the werewolf leader, clan Mohini will not spare Maki.

Warren smiled at me. “So what do you say, you want to join us for lunch?” “War, I don’t want some new chick to sit at our table,” Damon spat. His deep voice sent shivers down my spine. “For all we know, she could be insane. I mean look at her, she has ketchup at the corner of her mouth and she doesn’t even know.”

"Hey, Al," Jake came over to give me a hug as we arrived at the racetrack. "Yo bro," I grinned back. "What's up man!" My brother turned his attention to Tyler who was stood beside me, giving him a passionate bro-hug which was majorly reciprocated. "That's a sick car you've got there," Tyler commented, gesturing towards the white Subaru parked behind him. "Impreza STI?" "Yep," Jake confirmed the car's make. "2006 model, so it's classic."

The moon shone through the leaves, making little white dots on her skin. Mako did not wait. He was a man of action. He pulled off his animal skin. Ava gasped. Mako was built for speed and power. His cock was long and very straight. It was not as thick as Kaelo’s, but it was very pointy and hard as a bone. It looked like it could reach all the way to her heart. "Kaelo was slow like the river," Mako said. He knelt over her. "I am fast like the fire. I want to feel you shake under me."

I think she must have ideas about her fairy fantasies. "If money can buy it, I promise to fulfil every one of them. Don't worry, Matoe, I will be with you in no distant time." He said, still sitting in one of his trucks, a rezvani hercules 6x6 2024 model. Each time he wasn't going out with his guards, he preferred his hercules. Before he started the ignition of the car, Santiago walked to him tapping window of the car. He wyned down to hear what he had to say.

Chapter 65 We can't hold our breath much longer we need to get out of this water. Makahi said to Maka as he used his claws to rip a whale in half. He thought about Hunter and his hieroglyphics, he didn't know what he could do, but right now he was their only option. “Hyle, I need you to get us out of here.” Maka mind linked. Hyle, pause a hole through a whale. “Alpha, how am I supposed to do that?” “You're heart rate is the only one who's hasn't gone up since we were thrown in here. Those tattoos on your arms has to mean something.” “Alpha, I don't even know how I got them in the first place. The only time I have been able to use them was when I was angry.” “Well get angry, do you need my he

~Akara Silence consumes the room, the attention in the room focused on the glowing hot steel bar in Tai’s hand. Slowly, I drag my gaze to Marek, whose expression is flat, but there is no fear to be seen in his demeanor. He watches Tai keenly, aware of the King’s quivering arm, the tight grasp on the rod, and how he stares me down, his intention to inflict world-ending pain on me with that single item. “Do it. I dare you,” Marek puurs.

His eyes were teasing before he let out a soft laugh. “You did well, Mala. Keep it up!” Alleki smiled and raised his bottle of coconut wine. “Let’s dance and enjoy the night!” Attisha was lively. She stood up and grabbed Malaika to dance near the massive bonfire. “Hey, you know I can’t dance!” she protested. “How could it be possible? You’re an excellent warrior, and your body is supposed to be graceful in dancing, too.” Attisha started to dance according to the beat to the drums and bass.

Marco pretended that he didn't see her doing that and Isabella assuming that he wasn't paying attention, like a mafia leader wouldn't pay attention stuck out her tongue at him and started making face is like a little annoyed baby. Marco so desperately want to look up grab her cheeks and do what not with her. He wanted to pull her into his lap, hug her like she belonged to him and kiss her ever so chubby bubbly red cheeks. But he knew that the moment he would look up she would stop doing that and he didn't wanted her to.

{KYLE’S POV} Kyle paced the deck of the small yacht, anxious as they sped in the early morning towards Martha’s Vineyard. He could not stand still. He hated boats, and he hated water. Worse, he hated crossing water, like most of his kind. Perhaps even more than most.