Muichiro Mga Nobela at Kwento

I smiled upon hearing it and took a deep breath. "One can of sardines, one kilo of rice, one garlic and msg," I replied. The old lady quickly complied. "Here!" A large bag containing food was handed to me. "Thank you very much!" I said happily to the old lady. "Don't say thank you! That's a debt! You should pay for it!" she shouted in front of me. "Yes, I'll pay for it," I answered right away and smiled. Even if she was shouting at me, it was okay. The important thing was we already had food tonight.

I’m scared, hating that I am the centre of what’s happening, and he is all that stands in front of me if this goes badly. I note security moving closer without drawing attention and Alexi’s shadow, Mico, appears right behind Santagato with a look on his face that says he will kill for his master. Mico is a Carrero; another huge muscular Italian with good DNA and faulty brain wiring that makes him a psycho. He’s usually with Alexi wherever he goes and I feel a hint of relief that he’s swooping in to do his job and flank his boss to exert force if need be. Gino appears behind Alexi, to my left, like a creepy double take and leans in behind him against the wall in the pose his brother just vaca

I choked. Nico sucked on his thumb. "My name is Nicola Alecc Lionelli-Montefiore Rivera." He said proudly. "It is nice to meet you, Ijjy." It was adorable how he could say his name so perfectly, but had problem saying mine. I smiled down at him. "It is nice to meet you too, Nicola." He grinned at me, then at Mariano and went with Meela to what I supposed was his room. I didn't have it in me to look at Mariano. His hands fisted in my hair, and he turned my head sideways to make me look at him.

I said. “Any friend of Garren’s is a friend of ours,” Mildred said. Her black hair was pulled back into tight braids. Her skin was dark and free from any scars Her left ear pierced like Garren’s. Her grey eyes swirled with flakes of gold. “We look forward to tracking down Ryuu for you. So incredible that you got to meet her.” Hunter said. He was just as tall as Garren, but he wasn’t as built. His hair was completely shaved, and a tattoo of a dragon skull went up the side of his head. Scars painted his honey skin like tattoos. I noticed his left ear was also pierced. It must be some kind of form of honour once you are accepted as a warrior.

I grumbled, clearly having a death wish. Except, the man chuckled and I could bet my life savings that the alcohol was to blame because Eddie looked just as flabbergasted as I felt. "Yes, how very cliched but a fickle thing like fucking with the one and only Gunnar Astor, the man who considers himself untouchable, is also the good motive," Mickey rounded his desk, giving me a full-body image of him. He wore a Slate Gray button-down that was open around the chest and had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Inky black slacks hugged his toned legs, "the figlio di puttana will be pissed that his woman came running to me in the end. He'll be pissed that I won and that he lost. He's always hated

Michi whispered, turning to Rimba with a plain, unmistakable glint of victory shining in her eyes. Rimba stopped walking, letting other students pass by around them without a second thought. He studied Michi closely, then broke into a wide smile—the most sincere, most disarming smile he'd ever shown her. Without a single thought for their standing in the campus's formal atmosphere, Rimba reached out, taking hold of Michi's still slightly trembling fingers and gripping them tightly behind the shade of a corridor pillar.

She asks her, annoying me the more. I remove my pocket knife and hold her neck. “Arthur! What the fuck?” Oliver tries to approach me to stop me. “Don’t. Stay back.” I yelled at him. Pointing the knife at him. Justin is shifting, trying to get out of my grip but I hold her tight enough to make that impossible. I didn’t care if I was hurting her. She’s hurting my pack and doesn’t care about them. I followed Mom’s instructions just as she described them to me, to know where to see the chip, before I left the clinic. I slice her skin, below her ears then remove a microchip that is hiding underneath her skin. So it’s true.

But just as I turned around to say thank you to Alpha Narcisse, he said the most absurd thing ever. “My room is next door and can be accessed through here. You are welcome anytime.”

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.

Now, to the main course of the day. ~~ The UBER stopped right in front of ACE's building after the driver had shot her suspicious stares from the rearview mirror with hints of recognition on his face, each time her eyes met his, his lips curved into a sly 'Iknowwhoyouare' smile that made Maria's stomach churn. The middle-aged man didn't cease to try bringing up conversations as he drove— discussions ranging from the Russia-Ukraine war to small talks on toxic masculinity—all of which Maria has no interest in at the moment. On the other hand, a tiny voice in her head suggested he was just a random man who loved to engage his customers in his discussion, maybe this had nothing to do with him an