Saruman Novelas e Histórias

she threatened, and he raised his hands in surrender. "They're always like this, don't worry," the guy on my left said, breaking the tension. I looked over and saw a guy with white hair, white eyebrows, almost pink eyes, and extremely pale skin. He had albinism, making him one of the rarest friends I had ever come across. Despite his unique appearance, he was undeniably attractive, with a well-defined jawline and a breathtaking smile. "I'm Kai," he introduced himself, extending his hand for me to shake. I took it, and he pulled me closer, throwing his arm around my shoulder.

Sara’s hands trembled as she clutched her phone. The image of Damien Vladimir—his imposing stature, piercing gaze, and commanding aura—stared back at her from the screen. The headline accompanying the photo detailed his immense wealth, influence, and ruthlessness. Her breath hitched as the realization hit her like a tidal wave.

He was curious about what happened after that encounter. Even though Stavros and Sumire have been friends for several years, he has observed that Sumire is a deeply private person who rarely places her trust in others. To him, she remains an enigma, a captivating mystery that he is eagerly determined to unravel. Stavros is entranced by her fiercely independent nature, acknowledging that she has a remarkable ability to thrive without relying on anyone else. Sumire's charismatic personality, combined with her proclivity for secrecy, renders her an irresistibly compelling presence that draws Stavros towards her. He is astonished by the revelation that Sumire grew up in an orphanage, a fact that

I can’t skip it. By the time I make it to the training ground, everyone’s already gathered. The chatter dies down as Luna Serena steps forward, her presence commanding. She scans the crowd, her usual calm and authoritative expression firmly in place. “Alright, today’s going to be… fun,” she begins, a sly smile tugging at the corners of her lips. The word ‘fun’ sounds like a threat. “I’ve brought in someone special for you all—a combat master.” Excited whispers ripple through the group until she steps aside, revealing a small, unassuming woman with a name tag that reads "Coach Morgan." She’s shorter than anyone here—barely over five feet—with wiry arms and a steely glint in her eye.

“You’re lucky I don’t throw a shoe at your head. And please do not take the money from him. Take it from me, I do not want him paying.” “I’d deserve it,” I said, trailing after her, unable to stop the grin on my face. “And miss, I doubt that you should be taking anything from her. What would they call me? A barbarian or a monster, if I allowed her to be the one to pay while I stood and watched. I'm sorry but I'm a man of class and I'm not going to allow my woman to pay.” “Well, that would require me to be your woman, wouldn't it, Damon?” Sienna sassed. The saleswoman, laughed and looked at the two of us before turning her attention to me.

I explained. She turned to me, and I snagged back. I could feel enormous danger signals emanating from her. Her aura was quite deep but not as deep as Ryu’s; the gap was much. I gulped down the fear that had been built up in my heart, facing her head-on. “And you are?” “Samantha, Alpha Ryu’s personal maiden.” I replied. “What happened to Timothy, and why is a lady his personal assistant?” She kept the questions coming. “Sir Timothy died by the sword of truth, and there’s no defender preference for being a chief maid. Any more questions?”

“Hello.” It was a female voice that I did not recognise; I felt my gut twist. “Is Brax there?” “He’s a little busy at the moment,” I heard a snigger under her voice, “Can I take a message.” I heard Brax in the background, “Babe, who is it?”

It was the voice of the woman that had captured her two years back when she had followed the basket to this island. “Nwanyoo (Easy),” Ejima muffled and turned her attention to the woman. She towered some feet away, with braided hair that dangles on her sides. It was impossible to see her eyes, but Ejima could see the muscle drooping on her shoulders like a watermelon. Save for the fact that women hardly wear weapons, Ejima has never seen a woman with such height and power. Her status could send even the bravest man on their knees.

Anaya POV : i don't know why u feeling so much tired and nauseous these days . what happened to me suddenly. i was doing well . "anaya i think you visit doctor .its been a while you are not feeling well ", sarmad said . sarmad is owner of the cafe. he is handsome, very nice person. he really helped me to settle down here he don't know much about my past. he never to ask . "no sarmad , i'm ok ", said while try to get rid o dizziness . "no anaya..look at yourself, how much pale you looking . moreover you have children to look after . how will you manage . let go to doctor "he said . "ok i will go but not now ", i said him . "promise you will go ", he asked . "yep ..i will go ", i said .

Salli : I'm here to give invitation for promotion , so you must come to that party. Zayn : oh sure. Salli : okay then see you there.bye. After Salli left zayn's room ,she meet Sara again. Salli : you again... Move away don't you have eye. Sara : what are you talking, if you want to go then go this side. Salli : you... Do you know who i am? Sara : I don't care who you are but you don't have rights to insult me. After conversation with her Sara went to zayn's room. Salli is totally hate Sara .