Novel & Cerita Muriel Arcana

Now they watched her the way people watched a gathering storm on the horizon, waiting anxiously to see what it would destroy when it finally arrived. A sudden knock interrupted her heavy thoughts. Before she could respond, the door opened slightly. Luna Miriam entered the room with quiet grace. She was Ryan’s aunt, one of the oldest and most respected wolves in the entire pack. Aria straightened immediately, surprised by the late visit. “Miriam.” The older woman offered a small, gentle smile. “I could not sleep.” Aria almost laughed at the shared admission. “Neither could I.”

Maria stared in astonishment at how mesmerising his eyes were and the mole—he had a mole on his nose. Something about it felt awfully familiar. Does she know this person?

—I can't leave Ana alone —She will be fine Alpha, please let's go. Beta Muriel could not finish his sentence, a blast of energy threw him out of the house, I tried to move and I couldn't, there was something surrounding me, a very strong power, I felt Ana's aroma and then she kissed me and I didn't know. what a low moment —Surprised Alpha? I wanted to know the status of beta Muriel and I couldn't do it, when I saw the red look on Ana I knew it wasn't her, it was her Akira power that was controlling her, her beautiful green and brown eyes were not present

“I’m choosing not to follow it.” I looked at the letter. At her. She smiled — and it was nothing like Vivian’s smile, nothing managed or precise or deployed toward a purpose. Just a woman, silver-haired and enormous with power, standing at a border at midnight having made a decision. “Hello, Aria,” she said. “My name is Morgana. I’m Vivian’s older sister.” The smile stayed. “And I’m here to help you.“​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

For the past days I had been watching Sir Felix closely. So far, he only had three preys that I had known of. The first one was Sister Ana. She was an obvious target for she was beautiful. She had an ivory skin that matched with her apple-like red lips. And what made her stand out more was the matured curves of her body that her habit could not hide. And then, the sister from the library I did not know. I would just name her Sister Scarlet for being alluring. She had a rich almond skin like Fatma’s and her irises were the same color. I knew she was eighteen, but she did not look like one.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

ARA is not going to lie to herself. It's her fantasy to meet a brute man and make him humane. After meeting Vanluke, she doesn't know if she does want to anymore. It's scary being in the real situation. She'd never know when he'll treat her badly. She could end up losing her life. It's really lucky that she's still alive.

She looked lost in thoughts. "She will not listen to me. Perhaps we should let her be for the time being." Melissa whispered. There was a pain behind her words. I just noticed that whenever she talks about Arcane, she looks like a withered flower. She looks hurt. What is so painful behind the mother and daughter that is eating them raw from inside? I was suddenly curious. Dad sighed tiredly. "I will leave." I picked up my sports bag from the ground and got up. "Goodbye. Have a great day." Melissa smiled kindly at me and wished. I smiled too and walked out of our place. But the mysterious Arcane Miller has trapped me really badly with her thoughts.

Her head whipped so fast and she looked at me like I was some kind of an alien. "You're kidding right?" She looked at me with doubt. I nervously smiled and shook my head. "I am not. I never had a boyfriend." I cleared out. "What?" Sarah looked like she couldn't process what I said. Was it a crime to not have a boyfriend or not have a Hickie? "Arabella—" before she could say another word, the professor walked in and everyone quietened down. "This is not over." She warned me playfully before concentrating on the front where the professor stood handing out sheets of our essays. —