Malakas Na Pulso Sa Leeg Mga Nobela at Kwento

WARNING. This work is not suitable for young audiences. Matured and explicit contents are expected ahead. Read at your own risks. Hellios' POV I wasn't always the strong type. “AHHH!” Malakas na sigaw ng lalaki matapos kong baliin ang braso niya. I wasn't always the one they were scared off. “P-Patawarin mo ako! Aalis na lang ako, hindi na ako magpapakitang muli! Parang awa mo na! May mga anak ako!” Pagmamakaawa niya habang dahan-dahan ko siyang nilalapitan.

Wave after wave crashed over her, shaking her to her core, her body convulsing against his mouth as he drank her release, drawing out every last tremor with relentless lips and tongue. Before the last aftershock had faded, Malakai surged to his feet. His eyes were wild, primal. He fumbled with his belt, the button of his jeans, the zip, his movements urgent. His erection sprang free, thick, hard, and flushed, pulsing with need. He gripped himself, stroking once, twice, his gaze locked on hers, filled with awe and raw hunger.

Pabaon nang pabaon yung kamay niya, kinakapos na ako ng hininga. "H-huwag!" pinapalo ko yung kamay niya. Nagdidilim na ang paningin ko, nanginginig na ako. Nakangiti lang si Leo habang ako naman ay hirap na hirap. Hanggang sa may bumaon na matulis na bagay sa aking tiyan, nag-suka ako ng dugo, manhid na ang buo kong katawan. Tumayo si Leo at humahalakhak, humihingi ako ng tulong pero walang lumalabas na boses mula sa aking bibig.

Pukan exclaimed. Alfi is coming to Leak directly. Black circles suddenly fly in his direction from all directions. Alfi then nullifies all of them at an incredible speed. Alfi is getting overwhelmed by his own wrath that he loses his cool. What he has on his mind is just "Kill that fucking Leak". Leak then opens both of his hands and enchants an ancient spell, ”ong siwa gandu angimpus leak, siwa sumedang anundung leak, mapan aku mapawakan segara gni…”

The boy’s eyes, usually a vibrant amethyst, were dull and glassy, fixed on the empty spot where his mother had been standing seconds before. "Mama?" the boy whispered, the word barely more than a breath. Malachi didn't answer. He couldn't. His throat felt like it was filled with shards of obsidian. He looked down at the floor. There was no body. No blood. Only a single, glowing white petal resting in the center of a blackened circle on the stone. He knelt, his heavy armor clattering in the quiet room, and picked up the petal with a trembling hand. The moment his skin touched it, a shock of warmth jolted through him—a faint, rhythmic pulse that felt like a heartbeat.

He gave a quick nod, then turned on his heel and disappeared back into the night, ready to lead the charge as best he could. Amani’s gaze shifted to Malakai’s neck, her heart pounding as she prepared herself for what was to come. The veins near his wound were still darkened, the poison of the silver refusing to let go. His heartbeat was faint, fluttering like a fragile bird’s wing, and his skin burned with fever. She could feel his life slipping through her fingers, and she knew there wasn’t much time left.

he admitted. "Just... flashes. The migraine. The bathroom floor. You talking. Then... nothing." Andrei nodded. "That's how it works." Malakai closed his eyes again just for a second, then he opened them. "So... L." Andrei's fingers flexed on the wheel. "Yeah." "You've known this whole time."