Novel 122 Novelas e Histórias

There was a search button at the top and he clicked on it then inputted the id, it brought out an icon only, he tapped on the icon and the website entered a chat interface. A ghost appeared at the bottom of the screen in the chat interface floating up and down amd Asher figured it was the icon indicating if the other party was typing or not. He was right because a text entered few seconds later, the username of the sender was redsun, the message read; ‘Hello dear curious reader, we’re glad you made it this far. Something popped up asking Asher to pick a designated nickname before he could reply the message. He thought about it for a while, then picked The will of Aura, aura was almost litera

"Eli! I curse you to die a wretched death, with no body left to bury!" So his curse really did come true. I shut my eyes, too drained to feel anything but a hollow calm. And then, something wrenched me upward. The world blurred past, wind screaming in my ears. When I opened my eyes again, I was back in the place I both knew and dreaded: home. It was December 29th. The manor was strung with gold tinsel and paper snowflakes—every corner bright with seasonal cheer. But I felt no warmth. The festive colors only burned my eyes, sharp and unsettling.

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CHAPTER 31: FOGA PERICOLOSO (DANGEROUS FERVOR) ATTENTION: This chapter contains a dual POV of the main characters ZAHRA'S POV I settled on one of the lounge chairs in my apartment building's balcony, reading issues about celebrity scandals on my tablet. Just then, I heard footsteps coming towards me, stirring me up from where I had my head buried. It was Gotham, dressed in his usual attire, an all black suit with his wavy curled hair.

Cars coasted through puddles left by an earlier drizzle, and storefront lights spilled out onto the sidewalks like amber veins. Celeste stepped out of the corner bookstore, her arms full with a new read and a warm drink. Her charm bounced softly at the end of her bag, catching a glint of neon light as she turned down the next block. She kept her head low, her pace casual. The crowd helped her disappear. That was part of why she liked it here—being no one in particular. Across the street, a black car pulled up and slowed to a stop in front of a private entrance only a few knew existed.

Probably since he expected me to resist and for there to be a confrontation, Horace froze for a moment when he saw me give away the materials without any word of complaint. After all, I had treated everything he gave me like priceless treasures in the past, not allowing anyone to touch them. In my past life, I ended up quarreling bitterly with Horace to protect those materials, and he snatched them straight from me and tried to give them to Vivian. In my rage, I burned the materials to a crisp right then and there, and my act of defiance made Horace explode in rage. On top of that, when he saw that Vivian got burned by a stray ember, he completely lost his cool.

Sign up Log in BackInfoAdd to libraryInfo Navigated to -Chapter 20- | The White Wolf | Quotev Something was wrong. My bed seemed different. Warmth encircled me and the welcoming scent of the ocean woke me from my slumber. I was in Justin's room. I looked over realizing we had both moved to the middle of the bed causing me to be a few inches away from him. Justin's hair was a mess sticking up every which way, though mine was probably worse.

The same apartment where she wrote her story which was claimed to be plagiarized. She caught the sight of her laptop and walked closer. She turned it on and the cover picture of one of the female lead werewolf story she was writing, popped up. Another hit that is one of her popular books. The perfect, drawn picture of her female lead. She smiled bitterly as she stared at it. Her female lead have everything in this world. Her life is so perfect with her prince charming and all. How pathetic. There is no happy life." she said and typed on the chapter she was working on.

The PP12 is a small group of twelve prominent men in the military and the business community. It was said that they controlled the economy and the government of the country under the supervision of the President. Normally they meet at Camp Crame, a military bulwark of the country. The military camp was a huge complex, situated about eight-thousand five hundred miles to the east of New York. It had a large mid-section with towering trees jutting up in acres and acres of land, flanked by buildings to the right and the left when you enter. This was the seat of the military top brass of the Philippines and PP12.

Miguel, on the other hand, looked for it on the Internet, in various online stores and auctions. Unfortunately, it turned out that this book had only a few copies and was therefore extremely difficult to find. Most shops either did not know about its existence or never had this book in their collections and only heard legends about it. It could mean two things - either this book simply did not exist, or it was so dangerous that only the initiated had it in their book collections. Maria rejected the first option because she trusted her dreams and gut feelings now even more than before. Therefore, Miguel believed that the second option must be true, and it gave him hope that if they could get