Pocong Mata Melotot Novels & Stories

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.

The gentle breeze rustled through the leaves, whispering the echoes of hidden truths that had tainted my world. Patricia's confession, her revelation of carrying a child that did not belong to her mate, Luke, replayed in my mind like a broken record. The betrayal, the tangled web of deceit, tore at the fabric of our friendship, leaving wounds that I feared might never heal. How could I reconcile the image of the innocent girl I had known with the woman who had succumbed to temptation?

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◇

I asked angrily. "I told you not to cause trouble" "Did I?" "Of course, you did. Your reaction there was..." "Please, say something different" He sighed. "Ok. What do you plan to do? Most of the slots have been sold out already" I scoffed. "What do you expect me to do?" "Gilbert, we are here to get more slots" "More slots? There are only three slots with eight percent and that is too small" "Gilbert, eight percent is not too small. We can..."

I shouted as I realized I was near the top. I smiled as I smashed another barrel. Not because I was close, well, that part of it, But I was smiling because my mate had slipped free of her bindings. I’ve fought her and can admit without shame that she kicked my ass. Kong is going to regret taking her hostage. “NO ONE FUCKS WITH A D’AMORE!” My mate shouted as she raised a barrel and threw it at Kong. She started throwing more of them at him when he didn’t drop from the first hit.

This Alpha is such a pain in the ass. Unsure of what to say I simply reply "we'll see."

My only chance to reach Mara. I looked directly at him, through every barrier, every secret. “If taken before sunrise,” I said, voice carrying, “I surrender my freedom and mating rights to the hunter who claims me.” Light flared beneath my feet, crimson, sharp as spilled blood. The ballroom erupted. Women cried out in shock. Several hunters recoiled, instinctively wary. Aldric’s hands trembled, the blade nearly slipping from his grasp. Ronan’s wolf roared beneath his skin, barely contained. His claws extended, muscles flexing, the sound he made not remotely human.