Novel & Cerita Tante Gila

Gil felt like a winner, like he had Graciella. Now she belonged to him. Completely. Graciella cried all night, but Gil didn't care. He was so happy that he asked for the Sherburne family's access to both Graciella and Shiloh to be closed. He'd have them all to himself. When Madam Rose suggested he should kill all the members of his extended family, Gil was on board. He takes Graciella and Shiloh abroad for a trip and tells Graciella that he wants her to be cheerful again. She does what he wants and they leave.

The man approached Dita and sat in the tunnel. Dita looked at the person turned out to be Gilang, Gilang wearing a black hat and a black Hoodie. She smiled softly as she wiped away the tears. "Don't cry, you'll be fine. "I like you more," he said. She nodded slowly as she spoke and smiled. "You just exist." "Finally you smile. "You're more beautiful when you smile," she said. "Why are you here?"asked Dita. "I was late from the Minimarket. Then I heard the sound of people crying, I thought it was a ghost crying. When I found out who was crying, it was a ghost."answer Gilang in a joking tone.

He raised an brow and smirk. "Are you sure that's fine with you, Glesilda?" Laugh at it. "Of course! Why would I offer if it's not. Is that okay with you, Leandra?" The smiling face of the dame didn't look friendly at all. There is something in her eyes that even with all the smiles ... you can see a glint of hostility. Maybe in the shape of his eyes. Or maybe it's because of her bold and strong character. "Hija, Vida Riqueza is a town next to San Ardiente," Mama reminded me even though I still remember.

Nevertheless, it did not make Tilla more amenable towards the idea of being alone in the young witch’s company as she slid onto the opposite side of the bath. “Tanneth? Was it?” Tilla inquired awkwardly as the other woman disrobed and made the ungraceful climb into the tub. The girl’s features shrouded mildly by the screen of thick steam which had formed between them she replied, “Yes, that’s right. I believe my Uncle said your name was Antilla?” Shifting uncomfortably in the basin as Tilla knew that Luther had not provided the owner of the establishment with their names, she answered, “You can just call me Tilla.” Her wary glances towards the other woman concealed behind the dense vapors th

One way, or the other, she would find a way. * * * "Gwenevera!" She heard a voice call her name. She tilted her head to the back to find the owner of the voice. It was Temilorun. She could see her running towards her with a huge smile. The smile was so bright, she wondered what could possibly make her this happy. Was Mrs. Gallewart no longer their boss? "Vera!" she called and paused to draw in tanks of oxygen. Her hands were rested on her knee as she tried so hard to settle her lungs.

Finn went up and kicked one of the bodyguards. Philip looked at him coldly before shifting his gaze to Tanya Gilson, who was lying on the sofa. She was drunk from the hard liquor. To be honest, this young lady from the Gilson family was not bad-looking at all. She had a slim figure, a pair of ivory-white legs, and a delicate face. Her cheeks ware flushed at the moment, and she exuded the air of a charming beauty. “Take her away,” Philip said to 17 next to him.

"I am Gil. I am a hybrid Vampire. My father Michael Andy, Master of Vampires was killed by humans and werewolf. I had loved a girl truly from my heart, and she betrayed me. On the night of my wedding with Martha, I was attacked by someone and I had to jump on the sea. So I am here to take all those revenge. I am here for those revenge. I am going to step into a world where werewolves and humans are leaving in peace. So I am going there to destroy that peace and take my revenge. I am here to take the price." Gil pulled over near Eva's house and watched in the direction of the house for a long time. Many people were going inside the house like there was some sort of ceremony. But he felt somet

She shook her head sadly. Aislen wasn’t sure which part fascinated her more. “Can we go back to Gera…? Who was Gera? Why was Talen grieving her?” “Him,” Meguitte corrected gently. “Gera was Thaelen’s concubine for almost one hundred and fifty years.”

Chase slid into the seat across from me, grinning like he’d just walked in on a good joke. "Yup," Mason nodded. "The legend herself." Chase chuckled. "The girl who made history." I laughed softly, shaking my head. This day just kept getting weirder. Then, just when I thought it couldn’t get more bizarre, another guy strolled up to our table. He was older-looking, maybe twenty, with a reddish Caesar cut and a smug grin. "Whose doll is this?" He asked, eyes sweeping over me before landing on Chase and Mason.