Novel Precious Novels & Stories

"This is mine. Don't even think about it." "Who wants that dead thing?" Handsome curled its lips and said. Although it said so, its saliva flowed down its chin. It quickly wiped its chin with hooves and said to Caspian, "Why are you so generous today? It was no exaggeration to say that the pill furnace was one of the most precious treasures of the Green Paradise Sect. You actually gave it to someone else? "You are so generous. You don't look like you anymore." Or have you been possessed again?"

“Ashley, can we do this—“ I said, then she cut in, “no Janelle, we can’t.” “You said you’re fine, but I’m not. Let’s just party, we’ll be back soon, okay?” She begged, then I had no choice but to give in. She hugged me and happily hailed a taxi. “Downtown club,” she said as we got in. The city buildings blurred past us, and I replayed what I had earlier read. “Loan collateral: His granddaughter, Janelle Peters.” How could he do this to me? And what on earth did he borrow to have a debt of $500,000?

Every handshake, every smile was a calculated move. Halfway through the evening, a woman approached — tall, silver hair, diamonds that could fund small wars. “Mr. Whitlock,” she purred. “I didn’t expect you to bring company.” “Mrs. Greaves,” he said evenly. “You remember Elara Vale.” Her eyes flicked to me. Recognition. Pity. Maybe envy. “Ah yes, the infamous bride.” I smiled sweetly. “Infamy looks good on me.” Alexander’s mouth twitched — approval disguised as restraint.

Precious said as she moved slightly closer to Amanda. Although her voice sounded harmless, the same couldn’t be said for her strong face, which naturally made her look as though the Voss blood had thickened her heart. Even with tears in her eyes, it didn’t show that she was afraid. “But why? Why am I here, and what really happened?” Amanda asked once she saw Precious approaching her. She sat by the corner, away from the others, while Peter and Adrian stood by the door. Adrian had a different plan, and he was waiting for a signal before he could move to his next step.

But she needed answers. --- The following morning, when Ethan was out gathering firewood, Lena took the opportunity to nose around the cabin. It was rustic but comfortable, with modern amenities blended in very unobtrusively with the natural surroundings. In the study, she encountered a bookshelf containing novels and travel books. Among them, there was a book that stood out: The Art of Deception. It did not match the other books. She became interested and pulled out the book from the bookshelf. Leafing through the book, she let a piece of crumpled paper fall out, wafting towards the floor.

I said but his gaze didn’t move from my shoulders, specifically Vincent’s hand. “So why did you summon me here?” I almost forgot what his voice sounded like. Something in me squirmed in excitement but I had to push it back. I have to get it together. “I might know a number of vacation houses that nobody else knows about and some private locations. I’ll take you there and if we find the book, you can have it. In exchange..” I rolled my eyes at the smug look on his face. “I’ll protect you.” He stated like it was the most obvious reply. It was the only sane reply but I wasn’t going to waste my options. I didn’t want him to know that he had the upper hand

She said, but there was sadness in her voice as she tried to compare the one she had and the shells my nephew gave her. I crouched down to see it. She was holding a piece of a hundred-eyed cowrie shell, and I have one in my collections, but this type of shell is one the rarest seashells in the world. Bree pursed her lips, trying to compare the two again before placing them in her pocket. “What are you doing here alone again, Bree?” I asked, looking for the woman she was with a while ago. “Did you run away again?” She nodded, but her eyes were focused on the next shell Sean gave her. She twitched her lips, shaking her head as she placed the shell in her pocket.

says Joshua, the problem is it was written in his perspective, in the end, he was not able to know what Leticia had been thinking, also there is no mentioning of the bracelets nature, not even how it ended on Amaya’s hand. “Was it a coincidence? Are we human or a mere character from a book?” He thought that this world might actually be a word of literature. “If that is so, then there must be a sequel to this one?” He immediately rushed to the librarian corner to ask for the sequel of this fantasy-historical book. “It’s not registered in our system, where did you get that book, anyway?” says the librarian. “My friend lent it to me and told me she got it from here and asked me to return it, s

I’m getting excited because it’s actually been a while since I had Jace’s chicken alfredo dish. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Jace’s voice is deep and lustful. “She’s being a little minx again.” Jude chuckles. “Hm, what are we going to do with you, Precious?” “Um, I think I will do better if I’m allowed to come.” I say amusingly. “She gave me road head and wanted to come because I was talking dirty to her, but I wouldn’t let her. “Hm, I see. Well, she’s looking delicious with her tits hanging out like they are. Your Master is hard, Precious, and supper won’t be done for a little bit yet. What do you suppose I do?”

Although she had never been much for jewelry, she could see at a glance that these earrings were indeed of high quality. “Thank you, mother.” She accepted the earrings, and inadvertently asked, “Mother, why are you suddenly giving me such precious things?” As she spoke, she stole a glance at Ruth. ‘Such precious items are usually Ruth’s possessions. Why would she give them to me?’ Ruth snorted and gently stroked whatever was in her right sleeve. ‘What’s so great about a pair of white jade pearl earrings? At most, it’s just worth a few million…’ The Heart of the Ocean in her hand was the genuine first-rate luxury good. An ultra-rare treasure.