Miss charming and fierce Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Hi!" Sighting the pretty before him, he just couldn't resist her charms. From her head down to her feet was charming. Her well tinted golden hair with some patches of black, glittered like shining armor, her nails sparking like the stars, her smiles were so captivating that any man would find it so hard to resist. And that was when he discovered himself. Malison was the toughest guy of his time, but he just had to be gentle on the lady. To that end, he didn't even care about being intimidated by her chubby looks. His senses were off, taken over, but to her, everything was adding up and right there and then, Malison thought of all her man wonders. Once he saw her intently thinking of the tho

A fierce and stubborn woman who makes Alby interested and challenged to get it. MEET ALESSIA MIKHAYLA__ is a beautiful 'secret agent' who is famous for being fierce and stubborn. Women who are free and don't like being regulated let alone being restrained seem to hate a lot of things. Including, Albyazka Stefano. Since their first meeting which could not be said to be good as well as other unexpected meetings that left a lot of bad events, Alessia's space for movement was limited. Alessia hates it. Hates the limitations of life like a pet bird because of Alby's actions as he claims to be a lover in front of the media.

“So, Monte has become your new target after you took revenge against me, huh?” “...I have no idea what you’re saying,” Charity said. “Stop denying it.” Chester slowly strode toward her, and he could smell her feminine scent. He suddenly noticed that the woman in front of her had cut her hair short. He had always disliked women with short hair. However, Charity was dressed up glamorously tonight, looking beautiful. She had white teeth and crimson lips. Her cold eyes with heavy makeup made her look bewitching.

His expression was one of fervent delight and enthusiasm. "Since when did you become a fan of race car driving?" Charlene inquired, a little taken aback. She knew Terence hadn't been interested in racing, but she hadn't spent much time with him. "I hadn't even met my queen yet! Are you aware of how gorgeous and awesome she is? You'll realize why I fell in love with racing once you saw my queen, Charlene! You'll fall for her, too, I'm sure! After all, it's hard for anyone not to adore my queen given how wonderful and flawless she is." That's when CC made her formal debut. Once more, Terence lost himself in his fervent applause and failed to notice Charlene at all. Charlene was still without m

After a tense silence, Thomas finally sounded utterly defeated. “That’s enough! Stop! The rescue team is already on the way! “Just… go around, don’t come this way.” I exhaled sharply and yanked the wheel, turning the car around. I had gambled right. However, moments of relief were immediately replaced by a wave of heat even stronger than before. Smoke burned in my lungs, and all I could hear was the relentless crackling of the fire. I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength.

It was the scent of Kieran, the leader of the group, whose deep grey eyes were like a storm, calm and waiting for the day it would erupt. The second was the scent of rich dark chocolate laced with the bittersweetness of burnt caramel—a scent that was seductive, thrilling, and full of a dangerous charm, like a flame that beckons a moth to its demise. It was the scent of Seren, the Alpha with a smirk that was ready to burn everything to ashes.

he replied, his grin wide. They swayed together, Marcy relaxing into his hold. His warmth, his scent of cedar and musk, the way his eyes watched her—it was unexpected, but nice. Familiar in a way that felt like an invitation. "So, Carter," she said softly, "what else should I know about you?" "Hmm. Loyal. Terrible cook. Pretty handy with a blade. And I'm told I give great back rubs." Marcy laughed. "All excellent qualifications."

I said. Damien nodded solemnly. “It was the charm. And the fact that she a great cook and those this really cute thing whiles she concentrate cooking.” “i am not cute Damien!” I protested. He smiled at me, eyes softening just slightly. “i know and the food, that’s what made me stay.” My chest tightened for half a second. Because even though this was fake, it sounded so real. And for that one millisecond, I caught myself almost believing it.

All of these can't stop Zacharias from reminiscing those words that Azazel told in his letter. Oh and, her beauty is one of a kind. I describe her as your paraluman. "Where did you even learn that word, Azazel?"

His smile could not be more sweet or more charming than it is right now. “You have really bad taste, you know that?” “Why would you say that?” he asks. I raise an eyebrow. “You know we’re a bunch of irresponsible assholes who light shit on fire and lick cat turds when no one’s looking, right?” “Sounds like a house full of hellions.” I snort. “You got that right.” “Seems like I could fit right in.” The ice surrounding my heart is melting fast. “Maybe. If you play your cards right.”