Sana Yaoi Novelas e Histórias

That silence was all the confirmation she needed. “Ah,” Sana whispered, her smile sharp as a blade. “So, the mighty Ishtiyaq Khan… is just another man hopelessly drawn to Timtim. You’re no different from Aariz. Pathetic, really. Two men circling the same fragile girl, while she doesn’t even realize the power she holds.” Her words hit their mark. His nostrils flared, his fists tightened, but he said nothing. Sana stepped closer, her heels sinking slightly into the gravel, her eyes glittering with cruel satisfaction.

A yelped in pain but they didn't even glance at my side, they were too occupied with cackling at my image. "Shut up, will you?" I smacked Aman's leg. And in response that idiot screamed as I have inserted a sharp knife in his stomach. "Shhhh! Do you want to cancel our freedom?" "No way!" "Then follow me!" Sanaya was way ahead of her age, the feminine nature was sparkling all over in her eyes, I saw something extravagant in her then as a dictator contempt its population, we followed her to do our deity.

Selena asked nervously, she probably knows Sanya. "And you?" Sanya asked, her face turning cold and stern towards Selena. "Selena Tora, I'm her partner in English class because we need to talk about-" "I don't care. I don't have any interest in your conversations. I just asked who you are," Sanya said. "Well, I can't believe it because in school, don't you have a reputation as a man-hater, a bitter mean girl, you and your group, right?" Sanya approached her.

Sanaya kept praying, "Hey Maa Tara(a Hindu goddess), please save me." "There's nothing to test. I am really interested in girls. Whenever I see girls I feel like they are… they are the… angels of the universe. So beautiful…", she had both of her hands over her chest to protect herself while complimenting girls. Nick held her one hand saying, "Really? I got it. But Sanaya, did you notice something?" As he asked, she couldn't understand what it was. She said, "What…"

"Hello Syanja, Myself Vim Hyun-Tae. Vim Hyun-Tae is a 25-year-old cutie and smart young man. He is one of the newly famous and successful businessmen and he has a cute and sweet personality. His deep voice is enough to make a girl fall for him. "So Syanja, we read your stories. It's quite interesting, so tell me how long you are working on it?" He asked her directly and came to the point. She smiled at them slightly. "It's been one year" He looked at his computer screen. He searched for her mail and opened it.

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *

Little theatre : Si Ye Han : I'm back muhahahahaha Si Yi Yan and Si Xinya : excuse me mom , is dad/ daddy alright ? Jiang Ning ( covering her face in embarrassment ): ignore him and remember to stay away from him i♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ Author's note : - Please do check out my other books ♡ ) Im - perfect ♡) your faithful poisonous consort ♡) a rose dedicated to Alpha Aiden ♡ ) The Substitute Villainess ♡ ) Tumbling emotions Thank you ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

"Samantha, how did your meeting with Alpha Ryu go?" "There was no such meeting between us. I just cleaned up the floors and left," my eyes on the doors as I lied. "Is the Alpha cute? Did he take off his mask? Did you see how handsome he looked without his mask? Did you guys have sex?" Sasha questioned, her eyes glittering with anxiety. "None of such. You've been having wild fantasies about the Alpha. He's nothing but a normal man. "He has that strong aura, a ravishing grin that makes me leap and a smile that makes me wet underneath," Sasha explained, drooling as she drowned in her own fantasy.

And here I am, in the middle of this chaos, pretending to fit into a world I barely understand. I take a deep breath, trying to mimic the serene faces around me. The others seem at ease, their chests rising and falling in a steady rhythm. I feel like a fraud, sitting here in my leggings, surrounded by women who were born for this life. I wasn’t. I’m not a warrior, not a Luna, not... anything. “Focus on your wolf,” Serena’s voice floats through the room, smooth yet commanding. “Picture your wolf. Think of its colour, its size, its strength.”