Ngh Novels & Stories

niha went near her they talked something niha came back they also went off I got ready to go for pub niha is sitting infront of me but not seeing towards me I too didn't cared mahi came towards us and said "thinking about your sister Mr.Rishi" I gave a angry look to him niha asked "sister huh which sister" nishanth said "you don't know right niha a girl called Rishi as brother too funny right"

Kimberly felt goosebumps all over her body as she drove into the Naval Base. She was really nervous about seeing Ian after such a long time. She couldn’t help but wonder if he has lost weight, she prays he’s well and okay. After spending twenty minutes looking for a spot to park her car in an already full parking lot, Kimberly luckily found a spot and parked her car. Coming out of her car, Kimberly couldn’t help but stare at the families who had already reunited and we’re heading back home.

In one of the buds, a tiny almost invisible marking was made in black A small cursive ‘K’ My stomach dropped. NO. To be continued.......

"From now onwards, he was truly alone. " "Nanny Zhang coughed up a mouthful of blood, which eased her slightly." "She held Nathaniel's hand tightly and said weakly, ""Although Mango can speak, her vocal cords are seriously damaged. Even acupuncture can't completely cure her. She will feel terrible aching as if knives are stabbing her throat if she speaks a word. If this pain is not eradicated entirely, it will follow her for a lifetime. Nathan, there's a plant in my hometown which can cure her. This grass is called blue nymph grass and it grows next to damp graves. I have no time to return and search for it for her. You must remember to take her to my hometown and cure her throat after I die

Riley and Eli walked side by side back to her apartment in silence. They walked into the foyer where a few pack members were, but Riley paid no attention to the stares. It didn't seem to faze her anymore. They walked down the hallway to her door. It was silent all around. "Well, this is it. Thanks for walking me home." "Yea, no problem," he said as he lifted his arm to scratch the back of his head. "Okay, well, goodnight then."

until you see the thing they set up. It's a single wire-thin, sharp, almost invisible if you're not looking for it-stretched tightly from one side of the street to the other. They tie it high enough to meet a standing person right at the neck. It doesn't look like much, but that's the point. It's not just any wire; it's steel, sharpened until it's like a blade. Under the sunlight, it has this tiny silver glint, but most times it just blends into the air, waiting.

It's almost late afternoon when he prints the last report. "This brand is important. The cherry-red Hyundai is worth millions of dollars... the company's in Korea, but it has a branch here in Ohio, so nothing can go wrong," Sam explains, packing away everything we've done. "Everything is on this USB, Estela. You keep it... and tonight, don't leave my side. These people can be dangerous." "Dangerous?" "Yes... don't go near Mark... their representative. Promise me." "Yes... of course." Now I'm even more scared than before. Tonight will be crucial.

I groaned as I bang my head in embarrassment. "Nicole.... You know I am scared to have... you know... those penetrative things in me, what if something happens? I cannot go to my mom and definitely not the hospital" I try to reason with her as I sit down. She keeps her hands on the counter, "So get the non-penetrative one" "Urgh" I groan again. "You live alone. Moan as much as you want" "Nicole!" I say as I look here and there to see if someone had heard her or not.

My breath caught and my mind went fuzzy. He leaned in closer, voice low and rough. “You should also look at me the same way you look at Zane.” What the hell?

Trisha looked at her tokens all over the board and threw the dice; 6. She grinned and took out Emilie's token, then rolled again, 1, she scowled, she'd only needed 2 to take out Emilie's last token, which was now on a safe zone. "Are you making everyone presents again?" Trisha asked, moving a token into home and rolling again. "Yeah, you should see them," Emilie said, getting her token back on the board and moving it out of reach. "Em's trying to grow mistletoe," Emilie's dad said from the door, grinning over a mug of coffee.