Pocong Mata Melotot Novels & Stories

I would never want to be the reason anyone else goes through the same thing. So I've been thinking of horse betting. Horses of great speed can cost us millions to start off but they can also make us billions. I'll take the risk but I'm gonna need a backup plan. I was really missing Roxy. She would suggest all kinds of things to me, brainstorming ideas for each suggestion... **Flashback** "What's this one?" Roxy asked picking up a gun. "That is a Romanian Carbine. Known as AK Draco," Jack stated.

She asked loudly, waiting for him specifically to answer. War sighed, hating how all of this was turning out. His wolf just wanted to grab their mate and go but unfortunately, it was just not that easy. Not to mention she was upset. "Pomelia is my mate...my name is War from Bane pack," he explained to her, knowing he should just get that out of the way immediately. Bane pack was infamous...not a place where anyone wanted to brag about, at least not in such a holy place.

He pointed. My blood boiled with anger, as he continued to spill out his nonsense. "You think this is just about power, huh? You're blind, Declan. My Luna is not a pawn for your useless game. She's my mate, and of course, you won't understand since you have always been self-centred and the only person you care about is yourself.” I hissed, struggling to contain the fury threatening to consume me, “When are you going to grow up, Declan?”

he growls under his breath as he leaves the room. "What does your mom use?" Ash asks. "Fire-water," I say, wiggling my eyebrows. He laughs. "I'm honestly not surprised but why wouldn't she use what they have here? Somehow I don't think she's afraid of needles." "The stuff they have here isn't strong enough to work on dragons, so they made a hyped up version of it but my mom didn't like the way it felt or how long it lasted so she drank instead," I explain.

Serena’s POV The sun was down and it was time for the tropes to leave. Rachel and Zone already packed their backs and readied their armor. I didn’t have any but I wasn’t afraid. After all, I wasn’t fighting in the battle. I just needed my mother’s relic.

he said with slurred words and I was a little bit taken about by the last statement but to say it did not turn me on was going to be me blatantly lying and there was no reason for that, I was about to say something but he continued and I let him talk "But I knew you were going to be pretty because I would have been very surprised if my mate didn't turn out prettier than all the other girls I've been with because you're the queen you know and queens are goddesses" he said so slowly it was a pain sitting still and listening to him speak but I wanted to hear all he wanted to say because it seemed like the sleeping potion had an extra property of making people that take it vulnerable

Mark snapped out of his trance when he saw 2Pac approaching him. 2Pac glided through the flames, and it seemed like he was walking in slow motion. The metal man’s eyes still shined brightly, like high beams on a Ferrari. Mark’s skin became chilled when he saw how 2Pac didn’t have a scratch on his gleaming, armored body. The fire didn’t affect 2Pac’s shirtless metal physique. The blast didn’t even affect the light diodes in his high-resolution eyes. This was not good since the explosion compromised the integrity of Mark’s exoskeleton suit.

As I approached Mrs. Pierce's study, a delicate cup of tea cradled in my trembling hands, I hesitated before knocking on the door. Something about the muted voices from within gave me pause, compelling me to eavesdrop for just a moment longer. Curiosity tugged at me, urging me to listen, and as I leaned closer, the words pierced through the door and etched themselves into my mind. "Alondra is Weston's rightful mate," Mrs. Pierce's voice resonated with an authority that sent a shiver down my spine. "The spell is wearing off. We need to act swiftly."

It was too stiff and too big. The chill of the stone seeped through his clothes and into his bones. He hated it. He hated this. How did they want him to pretend like he wanted this? How long was he supposed to endure this? Maybe his wolf would do great playing the role. However, when he called him, he refused to answer. Murmuring how angry he was that they didn’t spend their night with their bride. A hawk-nosed Elder cleared her throat. “Alpha Haemont, the hunters from the west need funds for silver-resistant spears…”

♤Ven♤ People say I'm a human. But they don't know blood doesn't flow in my veins. If there's something, that's poison. I'm a poison damsel, I'm an immortal. My birth was cursed and death was craved. My breath can make anyone struggle for air, my one scratch can kill, my eyes can hypnotise and my smile can seduce. Yeah, I'm a human. A human, made of poison. ◇Aragon◇