Saruman Novels & Stories

Although my summons is immortal, they do not have unlimited mana, so just like me, they will run out of mana too. This somehow helps. I am liking this so far and for your name, it shall be ..Ummm skull? He blinked with his empty eyes, displaying a kind of happiness to my words. Yes, I'll take that as a yes! Here we go then..let's continue. How will my two stronger summons be? [Rage Demon] Level 0 Race: Demon Rank: Unique Element: Fire HP- ??? CON-??? ATK-650 STR-217 DEF-500 DEX-100

Santha gave a pity smile and continued chatting. Soon, Sarah’s cousin joined them and they all sat around a table, talking about their latest updates, mostly boyfriend and sex-related gossips, making Sarah more anxious. She excused herself to get some drinks when a young man approached her amidst pouring cranberry juice into a tall glass. Cranberry and white saree–deadly combination that requires complete attention. None of his features such as tall, good-looking, masculine with a natural smothering eyes registered in her mind. “Hi. I’m Suman” he reached out his hand, startling Sarah

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Without wasting time, she walked out of the department and headed for Valeria's office. "Please take a seat," Maria said with a forced smile on her face. "And what do I call you Ma'am?" She asked. "Dana," Dana replied, "Dana Hamilton and I heard that you are Maria Cruz, the wife of late Manuel Cruz." "Yes I am, it's nice to meet you." It was clear that Dana didn't recognize her and for some reason, it annoyed Maria. "So what do I owe this visit?" Maria asked. "I just came from Italy and after hearing the devastating news about your company, I decided it was best to see for myself and decide whether I could be of help." Dana said with all seriousness, it was almost as if she was pleading.

‘What did you say? After letting out a shuddering breath, Zaramanni locked eyes with the girl who scoffed again, disbelief on her face. ‘Don’t… call… me an… abomination.’ The words managed to come out and Zaramanni seemed to find little strength. ‘I am not an abomination! I am as human as you are! No one should run when they see me!’ Tears poured out of Zaramanni’s eyes as she screamed her burning thoughts into the girl’s face.

“Fuck!” I cursed silently as I fisted my hands with anger when Matthew Laqueza showed the picture of the man I hated the most. A week has passed since we all met. We are currently discussing information about the enemy to better prepare our moves. "Farro Roque is in charge of the weapons and women they sell on the black market," he said while looking at him seriously. "He's living here in Manila," he added. My forehead knotted at what he just said. I couldn't avoid looking at him badly because of my overflowing emotions.

Carlos was lying on the floor in sheer pains while Isabel circled around him. “From henceforth, Carlos is stripped of his title… He is to vacate his place of residence before sunset today.” She unapologetically dug her heels deep into his torn skin, earning a heart breaking scream from Carlos. Satisfied with the punishment she has inflicted on her subordinate, Isabel vanished without a trace.

overrides the prefrontal cortex’s capacity for high-level logic. ​Arthur Vane, the lead negotiator for the rival Northern Alliance, was a man who had built a career on smelling weakness in others. He sat across from Damon, tapping a gold pen against a copy of the Meridian Acquisition Treaty. Vane was human, but he was backed by Kellen’s money, and he was currently looking for a way to puncture the Rourke armor.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.