Novel & Cerita Mature One Shots

"Mr. Nelson... is it possible for someone's wolf to awaken, even for just a moment, before they've reached their seventeenth year?" A few students glanced my way, curious, but Mr. Nelson only gave me a measured look, as though he'd been waiting for someone to ask. "That is... an unusual question, Miss Foster." He leaned against the desk, folding his arms. "In all of our history, there are no recorded cases of a wolf awakening before the age of maturity. The Moon Goddess set that boundary for a reason. The bond between human and wolf must be strong enough to bear the connection." My stomach sank. No recorded cases. Then what had happened to me?

Still, at that moment, Matías took a long jump, falling beside them, and in just a fraction of seconds, he shot all three. Two of them were dead, while Colonel Alberd was on the floor with a wound on the shoulder, leg, and both hands. I looked at him again, and then I turned my gaze to Matías. It was almost superhuman what he did. In just moments, he had fired precisely six times.

"I felt the creep whenever I came here." Adler ran his fingers of the spine of each book and then he read the manga's title one by one: "Hanayori Dango", "Harumatsu bokura", "Tsubaki chou planet", "Reimei no Arcana", "Akatsuki no yona". These are all shoujo (romance genre). But there are other sport genre too, like: "Slam dunk", "Haikyuu", "Prince of tennis", "Eyeshield twenty-one", "Kuruko basketball". Fantasies and action genres are available too: "Demon slayer", "Hakuoki", "Bungou stray dogs", "Attack on titans".

I felt hurt. “It's something I noticed recently. While there have been very lucky Luna's that were blessed with more than one alphas you're not one of them. I did notice that one of your marks is superficial.” “Superficial?” “Yes. It's not common knowledge. A superficial mark isn't something a fated mate can give. The bonds this mark generates don't run as deep as a fated mark will go.” I was stunned. We definitely weren't taught this. “One of your marks is superficial…”

I needed to get out of this car, and fast. I couldn't let them drag me down with them. Andrew's hand tightened around the bottle, his neck going stiff, but he didn't say anything. He just kept driving. "People like him don't have much going for them," Sadie said, lips curling. "Of course, they drink whatever's cheapest. Unlike us, we only drink Aurelle, flown in from Montaire." Daphne smiled, eyes narrowing. "Sadie, stop. He probably doesn't even know what Aurelle is."

Placing his hands on my shoulders, he squeezed reassuringly, "I know you're worried and I know your idea to make sure there's no winner in these games isn't going exactly to plan, but you still have time. There's only been one game." I loosened a breath, "I can't even make myself seem undesirable apparently. Orion finds my attitude amusing and Miles somehow gets on my last nerve but then soothes me by doing something so out of pocket and sweet. It's like they don't have flaws or some shit and I'm starting to think maybe having one of them as my mate wouldn't be so bad. I need to find something on them. Anything." "You're caving quicker than I thought," worry ghosted over his features.

"Mama, look. A little flower. It’s sleeping." "It’s beautiful, baby," I murmured, leaning my head back against the wooden slats of the bench. For a blissful, uninterrupted hour, the world was exactly as it should be. There were no multi-billion-dollar corporate portfolios, no billionaires, and no legal extraction nets. There was just a twenty-six-year-old mother watching her children play in a patch of city dirt, their laughter sounding light, musical, and completely untainted by the sins of the past.

I trail off, feeling the words choke in my throat. Susan watches me carefully. “That’s us.” Us??? The way she says it makes my skin prickle. My hands tremble as I take the photo from her, my fingers brushing over the worn edges. The paper feels soft, fragile, like it holds something I was never meant to see.

Each girl had been found with a bullet hole in the skull. Maryam was still in coma after sustaining multiple blows to the head from a hammer. A scalpel had also been used in performing a Chinese torture of inflicting small painful cuts on her body. It appears the reason The First One tortured his victims was to make sure his identity was safe before killing them. It appears Salamatu Salis had told Maryam something that could reveal his identity.

Slowly, she closes her mouth. “What did you just say?” “I want, need you to be my mate.” I repeat. “Are you using this medium to propose?” “Take it as you wish, but what I want is what I've said. What's your response?” I ask in a hurry. I don't have any time to waste. “Don't you think you should give me time to think about this?” What time again? “This is something you can just reply to me now. I need an immediate response.” I cannot wait again!!!!!