Suna X Reader Mga Nobela at Kwento

Chapter 47 Mara's pov The sun seeped through the cotton and settled on my face, I yawned and instantly palmed my face to block the sun ray. I stretched out my hand to reach my phone but only the coldness of the bed welcomed me. I fluttered an eye open as I gradually observed my environment. Noticing the unfamiliarity, I panicked and opened the second eye, I sat up straight while trying to recollect how I ended up here and most importantly, alone in this unknown place.

I notice Sebastian also slow, like he’s trying to decide where his loyalties lie. “Just go. All three of you.” “But, I should stay with you. That’s my job as your Gamma.” Jeff protests. He always argues with me and I’m done. “You are not my Gamma. I am not a Luna, nor will I ever be. Go to my father! All of you.” I let my aura out enough that they know I am serious. When I turn to run again, I see Jax, Dev, and Ben all in their strikingly handsome human forms. These guys could make a killing just posing for pictures. Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions

I knew I'd be marked tonight and sealed as his. "Miss Sunshine Thorne, do you accept Alpha Xander Blackwood as your Alpha and your mate?" the priest asked, his voice loud. I looked up at Xander, my heart full of love. I saw Seraphina standing near the front, and I glanced at her. She gave me a small, tight smile that made me uneasy. I quickly looked back at Alpha Xander. "Yes, I do! I accept him!" I said, my voice full of happiness. The priest nodded and turned to the Alpha. "Alpha Xander Blackwood, do you accept Miss Sunshine Thorne as your mate, your wife, and your Luna?" he asked, his voice echoing in the silent hall.

He inserted his tongue repeatedly, loving the taste. Titus didn’t want to lie at this point. Tyler was accurate when he said Selena was the sun to his moon. A Luna is required for an Alpha to get stronger. Selena O’Brien. What exactly are you doing to me? She gently released her lips. Her eyes were closed, and she softly opened them and stared directly into his. “Do you want to have sex with me in my car?” While jiggling the key next to Titus, she talked straight into his lips.

I squinted and gave the bomb expert a half-smile. "There’s no need to waste time with words.” "Just do your thing, and quick." He nodded and got down to business with his tools. I licked my back teeth. Great. Now of all times I was dying for a smoke. The afternoon in Safrana? It was blazing hot. I had been standing in the blazing sun for what felt like an eternity, and it seemed like the sun was trying to cook me alive.

I found myself falling and I landed on my back, unconscious. At the Sharma’s mansion, Sunia woke up with a terrible headache. “Ouch!” she exclaimed, feeling her head. She opened her eyes and looked around. Her mouth went wide open. She was on Aadi’s bed. She grasped the clothes closer to herself. She was naked. Aadi was sleeping beside her. He made out with her. Her head spun. How did it happen? She remembered last night. *** Sunia was in her room at sunset going through their family album when Motibai came along with a glass of warm milk.

"Isn't the sun fantastic today?" I wasn't sure how this was going to improve my mood, but I joined her. Closing my eyes, I leaned my head back, savoring the warmth of the sun on my skin. "You know, Tony is my best friend. But he can be a real jerk sometimes," she remarked. "But he'll stick to his word. Whatever you two have planned, he'll follow through. Even if things don't work out romantically."

After hanging up, the man walked toward the sofa. Serena was reading a financial magazine and had just come across an article about X Group’s new hot spring resort opening on the outskirts of Vernon. Suddenly, a pair of slender arms wrapped around her neck from behind. She instinctively tilted her head and pointed at the page with a smile. “Xavier, your family opened a new hotel again?” “Yeah.” Xavier responded casually, then rested his chin on her shoulder. “I was just about to tell you.”

Brynlee The sunlight feels impossible against my skin—too warm, too real, too different from the artificial lighting that's been my entire world for over two weeks. I keep expecting it to flicker or change color or reveal itself as another sophisticated fabrication designed to break my mind. But it doesn't. It stays steady and genuine, casting shadows that move naturally as clouds pass overhead. Real, I think tentatively. This might actually be real. Rhett's arm around my waist is solid and warm, his scent familiar in ways that artificial recreations couldn't replicate. But I've been wrong about what's real before. I've been convinced by lies so sophisticated that I couldn't tell the differe