Porco Novelas e Histórias

, she began. “Breathe life into these butterflies, make them soar”, Dawn finished. As they chanted, their eyes turned blue. The windchime glowed briefly and a wind gently blew through the room, rustling their clothes and hair. The insects wing’s fluttered before they took off one by one. Together Lena and Dawn made the butterflies fly around the room in wonderful formations. “This is cool”, the younger witch breathed, watching the magic with both wonder and amazement. “You think this is cool, then you’ll really love this”, Lena said “pompa”, she uttered, the rough name for ‘fireworks’ in Latin. Dawn jumped as the butterflies exploded with bursts of colour.

Paula says as she entwined her arm in mine. "Should I ask my dad for a donation to the charity?" Irina asks. "Yes please." Paula says. "The charity is a fund for kids with cancer who can't afford treatment." I say explaining. The school bell rings and we say bye to Irina and Paula and I head to class. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The two ran to the water like kids wetting themselves and jumping without hesitations and fear. While arranging the stuffs I brought, I suddenly realized something and look back at them. They seriously look like humans; they can be wet. I watched them until Angelo came to me running and taking his sleeves off him. My breath shortened seeing his half naked body. His 6 pack abs are outshining the sun. A gulp followed after I close my mouth for almost drooling over his sexiness. “Don’t you wanna join us?” he asked panting a bit.

Marcel with a twisted expression and a crease between his brows covered the doorway with his body. He wore grey sweatpants and a towel hung carelessly down his neck. Lazy drops of water fell from his dirty blonde hair and his eyes held that similar dangerous glint. The Marcel at the doorway had no freckles at all. His body was exactly the same with the freckled one. What in heaven's name was happening?! What sort of sorcery was this?! Lyra turned towards the Marcel in black pants who had halted whatever song was playing and back to the Marcel in sweatpants who looked like a dragon about to breathe out fire with the way anger burned in his eyes.

The club was blaring hard rock music. It smelled like sweat mixed with expensive cologne. And, it smelled, vaguely, like gunpowder. But maybe that was just in my head, considering the number of guns I was near these days. The name of the club was The Nostra. I thought it was weird, as it sounded like something related to the nose. Landon explained that it meant 'the thing' in Italian. Too much of Italian. I was surrounded by everything from that damn country. God.

A grin curved onto my lips on the realization that I'm about to be the strongest being on Dexo Fernia – and soon be crowned as their queen. Holding my double-bladed swallow on my left hand, I walked through the only barrier keeping me locked outside the coliseum. Emotionless I waited for it to be removed out of my sight and the cheers grew louder every second. And as the wood barrier was slowly removed, those cheers just grew even louder. "VERONICA! GO VERONICA! GO VERONICA!!" I held my head high when I was called. "Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!"

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

Her musing was interrupted and she looked to the man that had called her name. Haru was the first she recruited. Obviously a street rat when he was young and working trying to make ends meet. And what better way to make money than join her. He had actually refused at first. And she had told him that if he wanted to refuse her offer just to pickpockets and get into brawls at bars he was free.

(Fiesty slut isn't she what I wouldn't pay to be the one fucking this virgin pussy) the man said cruelly. She flinched at his words and she felt him stroking her thighs as he struggled against the next mans grip. " Basta che ora appartiene a Leonardo e non deve essere toccata, a meno che tu non voglia spiegare al don che hai rovinato il suo regalo di compleanno"(Thats enough she belongs to Leonardo now and is not to be touched, this is unless you want to explain to the don that you ruined his birthday gift) the other man said.

“How was it possible for my father to be working with a man like him? If you claim that he is as dark as…?” “Your father worked with those who we benefited from. No matter what the reason was, the price was, who the person was, and what they did. Bartolomeo has functioned himself to shut his humanity off a long time ago.” Mario said, answering her. She shook her head, clearly wanting to refuse believing what her grandfather was telling her. And I had to admit, even I was both confused and baffled by what we were learning when it came to what Cosimo was doing, and I knew the darkness that my father was often willing to have.