Miku Novelas e Histórias

"Why aren't you using it to bring me down?" Rimba smiled—not the maddening, crooked smirk he usually wore, but something thinner, warmer, entirely sincere. He raised one hand, hesitated for half a second, then reached out and patted the top of Michi's head, gently. "Because underneath all the nagging and that stiff mask you wear, Arunika... I know that it's only behind that drum kit you can actually breathe easy, without having to pretend to be someone else," Rimba said quietly, his eyes fixed on her, steady. "And for some reason... I like the messy, fully-alive version of you in that studio a whole lot more than the lonely model student standing up on a stage."

- She said. That was Kikyou , an artist, painter, a whore that nobody knows is a whore, she works in a museum like a tremendous X9, in which to keep up appearances as a gossip, and even a spy for the mafia, working with information for whoever paid the most, she was a curator, has contact with high society and above all.

I cursed. “Mabel, Seer of the Deadly Fang pack and the first ever successful wereling created by Alpha Ryu.” Ryu succeeded in creating a wereling! Not only is he strong and blessed with flame harnessing from the atmosphere, he’s also smart enough to successfully create a wereling. That bastard! “So tell me, what would you do if you became the female Alpha?”

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

He is highly respected despite not having reached the age of 23. I turn 19 in a few days, and the pack prepares a big, "not that a surprise" party. I pretend I don't know. This is now my life. I didn't go to college. I could have, but why? What I have is much more important than a degree that would be useless to me as Luna. I suffered a lot. I gave up everything, but ultimately, what the Moon Goddess chooses for us always turns out to be the right thing. I am Angel, the Luna of the Lycan Moon Pack, and there's nothing else in the world I'd rather be.

she bend to pick it but she saw a small smiley made on the floor with colorful chalk. She turned her head behind only to find Ash looking at her with a blank expression; he tried to smile but that smile rather looked creepy; taking a deep breath she picked her pen and sat back on her seat. " Ash, " Azora whispered but Maya already knew this. " Let him, I can not go around barking at people for staring at me, " She rolled her eyes at her before she started copying the notes. why this girl has to be so hardheaded? Ash thought as crushed the gym chalk which he always kept in his bag; it always had a calming effect on him; weird but working.

I called out, I flinched a little when she nuzzled my leg such a good girl crouching down I scooped her in my hands, stroking her lovely brown fur. Navi is a fox but she's just not any feline; she's a cerumen shape shifter; she can take any form of animal, Her kind had gone extinct. She was the last one, she chose me as her keeper and she's currently my best friend and when my wolf was down she was my ride ,she had the ability to understand human language but cannot communicate back. "Navi I need a pretty horse let's go for a ride through the forest after stroking her one last time I stepped back so she could change to my favorite form

she said. “For the last time, my name isn’t purple hair. Call me Subaru, okay? It's really annoying when people call me that.” Mika began to tap her pockets as if searching for something and came up with a long, handmade necklace. Handing it to me, she said, “Big Bro Subaru, please keep this necklace. It’s a good luck charm. You will not get hurt.”

Eleven years ago, At Ibaraki Prefecture High School Akira Kaneko, a sixteen-year-old high school student, possessed a unique beauty with her short black hair, round gray eyes, and lovely brown complexion. With a sharp nose and standing at approximately 152 cm, her friends affectionately called her “Chibi,” a Japanese word for small. She was a hardworking student who cherished self-love but was delicate in matters of the heart.

, I shyly asked Mike. He hummed, “Yeah, Zonculi’s are proud people. They’ve got a bit of a temper,” he shrugged one shoulder. “I mean, their elements speak for themselves.” He turned his head to one side to take a peek at me. ”But, it might be different for you since you weren't really born and raised here.”