Rom Com Mga Nobela at Kwento

I came here a few times a month, careful not to take too much. As I neared the cabin I picked up an odd scent. I knew the cabin belonged to an old couple in their fifties. They were human. This scent, however, did not belong to a human. I could make out that scent anywhere. That's the thing with wolves. We all have that familiar scent. It's coded in our DNA and this was a wolf's scent. Male to be specific. And clean too. Which meant he wasn't a rogue. I could smell the air thick with his testosterone. It's bad enough on male humans, but when you could smell male werewolf testosterone, that was on a whole different level.

I explain. “I get it.” She says. She sits back down and messes with her computer as I start strumming on my guitar. It doesn’t seem to bother her so I keep going. We sit there in a comfortable silence as the bus rolls down the road.

Bradley's voice was so broken that I could feel it tugging at my heart strings while my wolf was howling in delight at the prospect of mating with Blake when we got the hell out of here so she was as good as useless right now. "I promise. Now tell me. What's their name?" I asked quickly. "Ni-Nicole Sto-tone."

He nodded "So?" WHAT PART GOT you .upset .sad .happy WHERE do you want to correct? I love you readers. mwah!

he answered. "So you do work for the German government?" "I don't work for anyone's government." "You work for the UN then...?" Cain shook his head. "No, this is a privately owned and operated organization," he said. "So... it's a gang?" I asked slowly. Cain laughed. I was in awe for a moment as I watched him smile. "It's not a gang, it's completely legal," he said. "So what kind of affairs do you manage?" I asked.

"Hey man, get out of the way!" Rademos felt possessed as he shot out an arm and hit the stranger who just spoke with so much force that he flew across the road and smashed into a glass window.

"You see Martins, I have decided enough is enough. Today is the day I'm going to be standing up for my fundamental promotion rights." Martins slammed his palm on his head. "Dude get down, people are staring and also there is nothing like a Fundamental promotion rights." Alex shrugged. "I don't care, this is my dream and I rule this world," he said, then at the top of his voice. "Ross Dunn!" He shouted. Ross came out of his office, a tired look on his face. "What's this madness Alex? Do you want to go to the commentary section again?" He asked.

There was no anger, no wrath but pure dominance in the game, technique over strength. Mr. Kim on the other hand was a combination of all. I used to think I could predict what he'd do next but he was always a challenge to my mind inside the ring or outside it. I didn't have any such information on the technique of the game except for how and whatever Mr. Kim said.

I don’t know but it feels like we do have this awkward presence for each other and we both don’t know how to make it not an awkward one. “Why did you argue with Primo?” My head was occupied at that moment they fought over me. I still don’t know why and I want to know why they did it. “He’s just an annoying and arrogant peasant who pissed me.” Doom buries his face in the pillow. I replied, “Correction, he doesn’t look like a peasant for me. He’s a company holder and a future CEO.” “But he looks one. Tss,” Doom glared at me. I chuckled to tease him. “Okay, fine! But why were you arguing? And why did you murmur my name earlier?”

He turns to the second Romie and mumbles something. I watch in horror as the second Romie pulls out an angel blade and plunges it into the first one. The first Romie disappears into a cloud of smoke. "NO! Not Romie! Not again!" I slide down the barrier flat on my ass. Energy depleted. My left shoulder leans up against the barrier. I lean my head against its cool surface too. Second Romie mimics my position only he's on his right shoulder facing me. His little hand lays flat against the surface. Using strength and energy I don't have; I touch my much bigger hand to his.