Surfacing Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hade said as his voice was struggling, like he was desperate of something. Oh... Oh did he think I was trying to drown myself in the bath tub? Hade wept and buried his head on my naked chest. He held on me so tight, like he was scared I might really drown if he let go for even one second. I took a deep breath and tried to calm down my racing heart. I glided my hands across his back to try to reassure him fine. "I'm sorry. I wasn't trying to drown myself. I was just— thinking. The silence under water helps me think better. But I wasn't..."

After the pups are in bed we curl up on the sofas to watch a movie, "I can't believe you two want to watch Twilight of all movies" "What?" Desert asks smirking "The wolves are complete morons, that's what" Acre adds, "No there not" Sky huffs "Err, yeah they are, like we ever act like they do" I state "Well derr, that's why its make-believe," Desert said as Sky added "You two are such dip shits" Little Lanna came trotting out of her bedroom putting a timely stop to our argument, "Hey sweetie, what are you doing up?" Acre asked

She needed no more problems this morning, all she needed was the chilly sea breeze, fanning her face and easing her headache. But as she approached the beach, she spotted a lone figure riding the waves on a surfboard. At first, the distance and morning haze obscured her vision, but as her eyes adjusted, she was surprised to see that it was Damien. What was he doing surfing on this cold morning? That man was bound to get himself killed. Shaking her head, Camille dropped onto a mat she found there, spreading her legs in front of her. She closed her eyes, savoring the cool air, allowing it to do wonders for her hangover.

Slick marble stairs, covered with an expensive Persian rug. "Julia, please, I'm pregnant..." "With MY child!" Her eyes flashed with a mad light. "Maybe... maybe I don't need a surrogate after all!" Her foot shot out. My world tilted. Time stopped. I saw the vicious satisfaction in her eyes as her lips formed two words: "Goodbye, vessel." Then I was falling, tumbling down the stairs. A sharp, ripping pain tore through my belly. I couldn't get air. Then, a warm gush down my legs.

he whispers, "for betting my life on a surrogate with glowing veins?" "You get to walk out the back door when the Moore remnants come for this house." I release his wrist and point to the blinking red upload icon in the corner of his screen. "Scrub the silver readings. Mask the manifestation as a metabolic fever—equipment noise from the perimeter surge. Give me the suppressants I need to keep the threads below the skin, and you stay outside the blast radius when this detonates." Julian looks at the holographic silver webbing around my ribs. Then at my face. I let him see it—open my eyes and let the metallic threads pulse once, twice, in perfect time with his own panicked heartbeat.

“First, you move out of the apartment. Then you call me to say you're a surrogate but I don't understand why you're still a waitress! Stop fooling me. If you’re a surrogate you must be rich at this moment. ” I turned the page of the book, “That's it. I'm not rich, am I? So you are wrong. ” Loosing some desire, I uttered. He lay down next to me to see my face. “Are you seriously bluffing me? I'm confused about you, what is the truth? ” she asked sounding so frustrated. "I already told you the truth." I yawned. “What the? What? You’re surrogate, but you still need a part time job just to finance your studies? Fvck tyou, Jade. Talk to my ass. ”

She bared her teeth and let out a deafening roar, hoping to intimidate the wolves. Just when all hope seemed lost, as Samantha and her children braced themselves for the inevitable attack, the ground shook beneath them as Alexander's massive form burst through the trees.

Dr. Raphael Alderton is the city's most brilliant thoracic surgeon, known for his ice-cold precision and untouchable demeanor. But when the enigmatic Elias Wrenford arrives at St. Jude’s Medical Center with a gunshot wound and a past tied to the underworld, Raphael's professional walls begin to crumble. Elias is dangerous, arrogant, and undeniably magnetic. As their clandestine attraction explodes into a series of feverish encounters, Raphael finds himself entangled in a web of secrets that threaten his career and his life. In a world of sterile white halls and dark alleyways, can Raphael save the man who makes his heart race, or will they both bleed out?