Mine Only Mga Nobela at Kwento

Irene mumbled and I laughed briefly as she finished some lines on my face. I looked good as fuck, my face was contoured to perfection, my lips were painted red, my lashes were thick and coated with mascara, my wings were black, with sliver sparkles, and glittering eye shadows hooded my lid. Lastly, my hair was curled up slightly at the ends, and the diamond pins glittered under the light of the room. I looked down at my french tips nails, my diamond engagement ring was on my third finger while the pinky ring was on my little finger. The ring that made everyone fear me because of Zavi Coville.

Someone inside this estate was playing a game. And Zane was the piece they’d decided to move. He exhaled a long drag, smoke curling toward the ceiling like a prayer. “Alright,” he muttered to the empty room. “Let’s play.”

she reminded him "so at least I'm not with a minor ... "I know them like the back of my hand "he interrupted "It does not matter to me that that child is here, Is there anything I'm not aware of, Nathan Jackson Hamilton ? "He raised an eyebrow in his direction and Nathan swallowed hard "See? Honey, I know them like the back of my hands. Tell me what you know.

Mum, I need your help again. Then the picture came through in a media message with the most wonderful sounding blip I'd ever heard. I opened the message and stared, my eyes absorb- ing what she'd just sent. Brynne was playing her hand in a kill-game situation, and had just upped the ante by betting huge stakes that could go either way. I loved her so much for doing it. I thought my heart could burst right on the spot. My girl played her cards with the instincts of an experienced ace. Of course she does, she's my girl.

" just get out of m..... " WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE "

He was hunched over his phone, playing Candy Crush of all things. Candy. Crush. The stupid, cheerful sound effects echoed through the room, a personal hell designed just for me. While he played without a care in the world, I sat there behind silver bars, trying to figure out how my entire life had taken a swan dive in less than five hours.

ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪ ᴄᴀʟʟ ɪᴛ ᴍɪɴᴇ ᴋɪss ᴍᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ ᴍᴏᴏɴ, ᴋɪss ᴍᴇ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ sᴛᴀʀs

Anything. Nothing.

- Mina - When we arrived at the bar, Spot immediately ran behind the counter. Corey was already there, holding a bone, and said, “Hey, big guy. I was wondering when your mama was going to bring you by to say hi to your family.” We both laughed as I took a seat. Corey then asked, “What are you doing back here? I thought you planned to relax. Mina, I think you’re addicted to work.” I couldn’t help but smile. “Got hungry and wanted a beer, and guess who’s out of both at home?”