Mariposa Novelas e Histórias

"What? Why " "Look around you… there are at least 50 Malakas. I can't kill so many… neither can you! Also, we can't lure them either since they don't really give a shit about men..." "Tch… that means even if both me and Agenor turn berserk, we would only be delaying our deaths..." "Yes…" Maira spoke, her arms were already numb from several blows, yet she kept killing them with her sword, "in fact, Rain's proposal of becoming a bait is several times better… because she is a woman."

Ingrid was a little hesitant to obey her alpha’s order since her health was at stake, and considering the fact that she just returned from a warfare and was supposed to eat healthy foods to help revitalize her system. “Yes, alpha.” Ingrid, who was in no position to question her alpha’s orders quietly replied, and started her way to the kitchen. “On second thoughts, I think I’ll like to have chilate de pollo (a fiery chicken soup) for lunch.” Isabel’s voice halted Ingrid in her tracks. “Still… Don’t forget my bottle of tequila.” She concluded through mind link before heading upstairs. She needed something hot and spicy as her emotions were all over the place. She needed something to keep her

Caspian said. “She also experienced something unusual when she touched the silver charm.” Maria's expression became thoughtful. “Did the voice sound like Maya?” she asked “No,” I said. “It was different.” “Did you feel anything else?” she asked. I shook my head. “Only a strange warmth in my chest,” I replied. Maria nodded before looking at Caspian. “And the vial?” Caspian removed the small container from his coat and handed it to her. “My orders are simple. Find out what it is.” Maria accepted it carefully.

They cackled in loud laughs that sounded like sounds made by hyenas it made her more nervous than she was. The crowd that surrounded her began to touch her lightly as if she was about to disappear any minute. A child lingered the twinkle in his eyes showed his curiosity. Something others tried to hide. Although Mari's thick hair was unlike their frail corn rows yet her complexion was as dark as theirs and it shone in the rising sun. It was unlike anyone they had seen though they haven't ventured out of Caliba for fear of being killed by the god, Nwgal Apata.

“It is an honor to have you attend, Lord Saknas.” “And who might this lovely lady be?” Fred asked as he glanced toward Magnolia. “Please, allow me to present Lord Fred Saknas, Queen Monika’s only nephew,” Lady Flock introduced. “Her Grace, Magnolia Van Konigl, Duchess of Salicera.” Fred’s eyes widened, before his lips curled up. “I have heard about Your Grace, but your beauty is far more breathtaking than the rumors lead to believe.” “You flatter me, my lord,” Magnolia said, trying her best to hide her discomfort at his words.

"How were you able to identify it at all?" Dennis seemed to remember then that she was still fairly new to the operation and he calmed himself down to explain. "You see, Miss Months, every item in Olympus's storage has been tagged with a Doomsday beacon, which as the name implies, is only activated when said item is activated in a such a manner as to be classified as a doomsday.

Mariposas is like another world really bright, Mizuko's dream place when she was so much younger. It was a pixie place but much bigger and so much magical. It was breathtaking there until the mariposas saw Kenshi. One flew in an unprecedented speed towards Kenshi then another and then another and almost all of them that she wasn't even entertained. Mizuko was being pushed over to the side. She can't even see Kenshi anymore with all those mariposas surrounding him. Now this is what she hated the most. Now she is wishing she had just did a little briefing with Kenshi.

"Is it because you aren't his type? Forget it. I'll get another woman to go over. This is a huge business deal. We have to close it by tomorrow." Mariposa said, "That's impossible! Any man would like me with how beautiful and sexy I am!"

Only one book was still missing, the one that had been left in the hammock. One windy evening, Magdalena was walking home when she noticed a ragged little boy walking along the dusty road, chewing on a piece of bread. She kept watching him, unable to explain why the sight had caught her attention. Then she looked more closely. She matched her pace with his and noticed that he was holding something in his other hand, a white hair clip with pink dots. The clip was dirty, but Magdalena could still make out its color and pattern. It was Sara’s hair clip.

Dargan was the only one who remained as he was. “Give up this madness. Let him fall into his own demise. Put your weapons down. None of us have to die here today.” I said a bit softer. There were murmurs going across the garden. People speaking about what I had said. “He is your Alpha!” Mariposa screamed from the back door. I whirled around, watching as she came down the steps. Her stomach protruded in the nightgown she was wearing. Slippers graced her feet. My eyes narrowed in on her. The murmuring broke out in full swing.