Mha Majestic Mga Nobela at Kwento

The last part, in the afternoon, would be the mansion situated at the center of the resort where Jen and Lianne would stay. Madame Brenda d’Abbadie is the duchess of the capital, Sireix, where the Since Resort is located. She became the co-owner of the resort after an auction in which she was second to Mr. Gillard Rafael, the highest bidder. He envisioned the mansion to be the finest resort in the world, so he proposed a plan to Madame Brenda. For eight long years, she had been constantly supervising the resort since Mr. Rafael was preoccupied with other matters.

As soon as the waitress went to the manager in the kitchen, I hiked Natalia up under my arm and used my werewolf power to blur out of there. The only thing the patrons would’ve seen was something faster than their eyes could track. They said a magician’s hands were quicker than the eyes, but a werewolf in human form was twice as fast. Outside, the sounds of the Manhattan streets assaulted my ears and I was glad for the darkness. It was easier to blur with her in my arms and avoid any traffic or other cameras. Still, I made it look like she was drunk and hanging onto me in case anyone saw us. I pulled her closer as she tried to struggle against my hold. Her fresh scent of espresso with too mu

Mia walked up to the Manor gate, watching it as it opened to let her in. Uhm. Someone must have been watching out for her to arrive. It had been easy to find the Manor, as everyone she had met for directions had given her precise ones, that led directly here. Going through the gates, Mia let out a gasp at her first real glimpse of the Manor. It was so majestic, it almost took her breath away. It was like a gray castle with its high turrets, and numerous windows.

Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

he continued looking down, paying his respects to Mahira Mahira did not look at Tazz even once, the car drove off with her to the villa, she looked to her side to find a big bejewelled box. It had very traditional designs drawn upon it and was decorated with beautiful looking motifs and precious stones, It looked very ancestral in nature to her, on the top right corner something written in gold caught her eye, she bent towards it and read, the name Maghaba flashed as one of the street lights fell on it. Mahira wondered who was Maghaba, whoever she was, the tribals really loved and respected her, she thought.

She got out and we walked into the mansion. It was dark and everything was black. Behind the main double door entrance was a grand hall. It was a giant room with stairs on both sides leading up to six different floors; each had their own doors with halls most likely leading to more doors. There was a large, crest shaped window above the door, but it was made of black stained glass. There was a huge candle-bearing chandelier hanging from the ceiling, illuminating the room just barely enough to be visible. The actual chandelier left a large shadow on most of the large open space.

MAX She is absolutely stunning, every line and curve is sculpted to perfection. My eyes trail over her porcelain skin. Her long black hair is wet and is clung to her back. Her perfectly round peach bum is staring at me, begging me to come closer. It is taking everything to hold Maddox back. I shove Maddox down and shift back.

“Let's go.” They arrived at a large hall, and judging from the expensive and elegant decorations, it must be the throne hall. A magenta rug ran down from the throne and split to encircle the entire hall while embattled banners with burnished corners swung gently from the walls. Between each banner, a few of them were lit and they illuminated the paintings of the late royal family members below them. Tall, stained glass windows of intricate mosaics were shrouded by veils coloured the same magenta as the banners. The curtains were adorned with impressive needlework and jewels. A magnificent throne of marble sat below a grand chandelier and was adjoined by another smaller one next.

There are two big trucks, two pick up trucks, five cars, three ATVs, and ten bikes parked neatly under the canopy. Why did no warrior in security duty around here? I park my white Fortuner in an available space. Then get out to open Moira's door. She was rushed to go home and brought nothing except what she wear and her phone. "What a gentleman." She smiled. "Anything to keep you happy, My Love," I teased back. We walked with holding hands to a building that could be mistaken as a mini castle, as it is clearly an old building with stone walls and iron fence, has three story with something looks like a tower behind it. I gawk at it.

He was speechless when I took his hand and brought it to my stomach, awed for what he felt. “Heavens... How amazing.” I was the one Amazed, seeing Alex speechless for the first time. “Incredible, right?” “You’re not even six months and it’s already so big.” He murmured looking at me with bright eyes. When he didn't seem willing to kill anyone who got in his way, Alex was a very beautiful man. “I'm all big, Alex.” I murmured amused. What he said next broke all spell. “Well.” He grimaced “Your ass really has twice the size... Ouch! You are a brute!”