Slendrina Mga Nobela at Kwento

Acasia Sarn's lair was different. Not as comfortable as Bastian's, barren actually. Calista, his bride, welcomed me with a soft melodic voice. She was much older than I was, her hair long and grey, her face wrinkled but the beauty she once held was still evident. It was surreal meeting a claiming bride whom I'd studied in school. The other, Megan, belonging to Tahr. She was middle aged, with graceful beauty and still full of life. The dragons seemed relaxed, friendly, and curious of me until Laryn arrived. I received a sharp jerk to my hand, which brought me closer to Bastian's side within seconds of the devastatingly handsome man's approach. With gentler and more subtle moves, Sarn and Tahr

The door of the bathroom flew open, what I first saw was a white skin, fragile white legs on a pair of slippers. I looked up and found a towel wrapped about the body from the waist to the two knees. I was sure this mustn't be a lady because a lady would definitely not wrap a towel from her waist but instead from her chest. Then my eyes moved slowly upwards, I saw... packs...six packs...well set and arranged. I saw a muscular body, then I lifted my eyes up...I saw... a pretty man. His dark oily hair fell slightly on his forehead giving him the cute appearance of a young high school boy. His sideburns and flirting eyelashes with light but tiny pink lips can make any lady crawl into his bed wit

I had slept like the dead, only waking to the sound of two unfamiliar feminine voices. Sliding the door to my small sleeping quarters open, I peeked my head from the room. The woman with a permanent sneer on her face, Liliana, was chatting with another woman, one I hadn't seen before. I assumed she was the fifth contestant on our small portion of the train. Her hair was impossibly long and curly, her skin a shade of deep bronze. She looked as though she spent most of her days under the sun. I'd have assumed she worked outside if it weren't for the shimmering crystal necklace that wrapped around her throat. She held the same air of superiority Liliana sported. Whatever conversation they were

Said Amara joining their hands together. After a few days. It had been some days after that incident and Amara life was going perfectly fine as she describes it. She would clean the house and prepare breakfast early morning and reach school on time and after school she would Go to work. Her working schedules were just perfect. She would work till 3pm to 7pm and reach home just before her parents arrive. She was hiding the fact that she worked from her parents. She was happy at what life was giving her but only one thing... one thing was there Troubling her every single day. "THE ROSE" Yes the rose. Every single day Amara would receive a Yellow rose and a note that said "SORRY -Adrian" inside

Azrael and his peers are the only exceptions. Twisting the doorknob, and pulling the door, a young woman was what welcomed her sight. “Hi,” the woman said meekly, her light violet eyes sparkling at the sight of the woman in front of her. Andromeda was taller than her by five to six inches. The newcomer was awed at the magnificence of the golden-haired woman. ‘Wow, the author was not kidding when she described the brilliance and beauty of Andromeda Seline Fuentez, the mermaid princess of Sutra Kingdom’ she thought, knowing all the facts and trivia about the dazzling woman.

***** Xandros, I gently called out to my sister, "Zyla, please have something to eat." She only glanced at the food I was having. Zyla is my younger sister and the legal wife of Zandro, the son of Skull, the esteemed first elder of the ZORNZON clan. She's been hiding from them because she can no longer bear the pain in her heart. I can't blame her, considering her unique power over memories and sadness. The intensity of her pain is far greater than what an ordinary person would experience.

My granddaughter is a pearl Adrian then walked in Adrian : Blue. He was all ?smiles He walked to me and kissed my cheek Adrian : I love you Me: I love you too Mother: I'll go and see my granddaughter. She'll be brought here soon I nodded and she left Adrian : she has a birthmark on her feet. It looks like a whale Me: haha, she's going to be a whale master He smiled Adrian : I hope it's not killer whales? I laughed Me: it's any type of whale. She's really special because animal birthmarks are rare

“I stared at the girl who enticed me deeply. Though her clothes were wet because of the water that dripped from the clay pot on her head, she looked so beautiful. She resembles my dear late Nana, of whom I first saw the beauty of a black woman. She looked like a black angel. She had a portion of her plaited hair bound by a red ribbon, while the rest, fell about her arms, and even reached her waist. I have never seen a black woman with such an abundance of fine hair in my lifetime. She walked like a cat. I admire her more than any damsel I have ever seen. As fate happens, she turned around, and stared back at me. Our eyes met, her hazel-coloured eyes left me entranced, so I fell. Her pot of

Lydia stared at the slave momentarily and eventually followed the princess. "I... I... I c... can understand," the slave stuttered under his breath. The slave watches Morrigan's leaving figure. Pouch of medicinal herbs and money in hand. He bowed in the direction where Morrigan went before walking towards the opposite direction of the princess, towards the slums of the kingdom.