Mi Amigo Rodney Mga Nobela at Kwento

A large majority of the crowd are applauding him before he's even begun to speak. "Alright everyone thank you for that. Some of you may know me, some of you probably don't so let me just introduce myself really quickly. My name is Rhode . I've known Mitch since we were kids, he was like a brother to me and I can't remember a time in my life that he wasn't around." Rhode begins, not taking out a sheet of paper to read off of or his phone to use as clues to his writing. He's probably managed to memorise it somehow.

“Don’t you need to rest?” “I need you.” Rodney stopped walking and leaned against a tree. Without thinking, I reached for his hand. Warmth surged beneath my skin, making him let out a sigh of relief. He closed his eyes and smiled. Gosh, I had missed that breathtaking smile. Even though he was dying, Rodney looked absolutely perfect. “Do you feel better?” I asked. “I feel perfect,” he replied. Rodney opened his eyes. “Can I have a hug?” He asked for it kindly as if I might refuse. Alpha Rodney never used to ask for anything gently.

It felt like a jab at me the way he said it, but I refused to feed into the feeling knowing I was probably the one who Just wasn’t feeling good about things that were going on around me. “Haha…” A dry chuckle that should have made him know exactly how I felt but somehow he just kept going. “That didn’t sound like you were happy with what I said…my bad. I didn’t mean it like that. You know I’m the only one bold enough to rub it in your face, and whether you like it or not, people are talking. They talk about how you not being able to keep a breeder speaks so much about you.” Rodney said, crashing in his gaming chair like he didn’t order the death of a council member a week ago. I sat at the e

"I'm not going to stop being your friend." "What?" "I know you're scared. I know you're trying to protect me. But I'm not going to let some psychopath dictate who I can and can't talk to." "Ethan—" "I mean it." He met my eyes. "You're my friend. And I don't abandon my friends." I stared at him. He was good. Kind. Normal. Everything I needed. I called Mason. "Vincent visited Ethan last night," I said. "Left a note. Threatened him."

"You are drinking my million-dollar scotch like it's water, little girl." I froze, and the bottle slipped from my lips. Click. The massive crystal chandeliers above me flicked on, blinding me with bright light. I squeezed my eyes shut, holding up a hand to block the glare. Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked up. Standing ten feet away from me was a man wearing only low-hanging grey sweatpants. He had messy dark hair, terrifyingly sharp eyes, and a chest covered in hard, rippling muscle. He looked like a dangerous, dark god. It was Mia’s older brother, Alexander Thorne, and he was staring right at me.

By nearly midnight, my eyes burned painfully from staring at computer screens too long while emotional exhaustion settled heavily through every inch of my body, so with a tired sigh, I finally packed my things and headed toward the elevators. As I passed the enormous mahogany doors leading into the president’s office, a strange sound suddenly sliced through the silence sharply enough to stop me mid-step. At first, I thought I imagined it, then it came again. A deep moan filled with so much sexual tension that goosebumps immediately erupted across my skin. My pulse quickened instantly. Nobody should have still been here this late. Especially not Nathaniel Rhodes. Nathaniel was Damon’s older b

When it sank in that she was the one behind the paper causing such a commotion in the AI world, Rodney stood up in surprise and walked over to her, offering a handshake and greeting her politely. "Hello, Ms. Rodriguez. I'm Rodney Milford from Yardley University. My research over the years has focused on fundamental AI theory and applied development. It's a pleasure to meet you." Celeste also stood and shook his hand, replying, "Hello, Professor Milford. You're too kind. It's an honor to meet you." Rodney's humility and courtesy were evident—so much so that anyone watching might've assumed he was the junior and Celeste the senior.

While Roy was like a bright sunny day, Rodrigo had this darkness around him, which cloaked him like a blanket. She knew all this via her own observations and through her friends, Rhea and Shane, and from whatever they’d been able to gather through their various conversations with the others in their common circle of family and friends. Rhea and Shane were her brother-in-law Sameer’s younger twin sisters and her closest friends. Through them, she’d met Rodrigo for the first time at Rhea’s wedding. Jade continued to watch Rodrigo as he spoke on his cellphone. He was rubbing his lower lip with a finger, moving back and forth as he listened to what the person at the other end was saying. He was

There was a small stubble on his chin while his brown eyes twinkled with the same mischieve that I always knew. “What are you doing in here?” he asked me as he pulled back. “I…” For a moment, my mind was blank. I didn't know what I should tell him, but my conscience didn't allow me to lie to him. “I am Beta Rodriguez’s mate,” I told him when I saw his eyes widen in shock. He shook his head, but I know that we can never change the truth. “How is that possible?”

“I broke into his house and took the tape. Unfortunately, I was seen and ended up being chased by those three creeps you heard after I had hopped on your bike.” Well, that was elaborate, I thought. He sounded sincere and his concern for his friend truly warmed my heart. Giving him a genuine smile, I said, “I don’t think you’re lying so I’ll believe you Mr. —” His smile widened and my heart stopped for a second. Jesus, this man was bad for my health. Stretching out his hand, he said, “My name is Daniel D...” he paused abruptly and cleared his throat. “Daniel Rodriguez. My name is Daniel Rodriguez, nice to meet you.”