Tante Manis Novels & Stories

"Sir no longer has a woman." "Wait a minute, I'm not jealous." "As Medellin gradually regained its vitality, Sir Manasseh also returned to service. He returned to Dalaguete, claiming to be looking for a woman. Angela was her name." "I don't care about his women, Kuya Tang," she said, her brow furrowed. "Why are you saying this?" "I thought you want to know, Miss Laine. Jealousy is hard to control," the old man said with a smile.

But I simply smiled faintly, polite and calm. “Good morning, everyone.” My voice sounded light and proper. Exactly the way it should. Mrs. Mancini was the first to respond. Isabella Mancini. Elegant and graceful. A woman who carried authority effortlessly. She looked at me with an expression that was… warmer than the others, but still distant. “Good morning, dear,” she said smoothly. “Take a seat.” I nodded politely, “Thank you.” There was only one empty chair left, right beside Salvatore.

said Mannendake, the bamboo youkai, grinning as he swirled the flute on his fingers. "Welcome, Draco. This place was another dimension within the Sacred Mana Tree's trunk. This is where the spirits reside and meet with the help of Mana magic power. I am Mana, the spirit of the Sacred Mana Tree. The one wearing the red happi vest is Jizo, the leader of the Jizo Warabe spirit on the island on top of Genbu’s shell. And he who wears a bamboo kimono is the leader of the Mannendake spirit, the bamboo youkai. They have been the protectors of the Sacred Mana Tree from a long time ago,” replied Mana, a beautiful woman with moss-green hair that was straight at her waist and earth-brown eyes. Her ears

he said with a smile, extending his hand. "And your name?" "I'm Manue—" Manuela gasped as, upon shaking his hand, he suddenly pinned her against the shelf displaying Uno's awards. She became even more uncomfortable, especially since he was so close. She instinctively placed her hands on her chest and looked directly at him. "What do you think you're doing? As you know, I'm Uno's wife, and what you're doing is inappropriate, Mr. Thorne," Manuela snapped, attempting to push Cassian away. However, he grabbed her hands and held them against the shelf.

“How?” Marnie frowned at her mother’s confusion. “The man you sent.” “Man?” Nim blinked. Disseus was just as curious. “I don’t remember his name. He was a golden sort of man. Good-looking creature.” Marnie breathed. “Too good-looking it would seem.” Marnie’s husband, Aardix Mane, remarked. “Sebastian.” Nim and Disseus said in unison. “Yes. That’s it!” Marnie exclaimed. Failing to notice Aardix’s disapproving frown.

Vivian looked like a dispirited person In front of everyone watching the drama except for her two cousins who rushed towards her. “Vivian! Who are those girls?” Mansi questioned. “Vivy” Fifi called in a whisper, pitying Vivian. “You are not going to talk, or should I report this to your father? Was it because of the fuckboy Romeo” Mansi snapped at Vivian, who looked like she saw something she was not supposed to. Mansi tilted her head, her eyebrows slightly raised, “What the hell Vivy, I'm taking to you.” At that moment She inhaled a musky scent, As she turned around, Mansi's eyes widened when he saw a charming guy standing right in front of her. Was he behind her the whole time? She asked h

She spoke slowly, in an appealing way. " Vice”president... Aren't you supposed to be the vice”president this year," Yuselso asked his brother, "Wasn't that the reason why you are now living with cousin Jina? Yukio paid no attention to him, he looked at a surprised Ankit. " Namie Tsuchiya!.... “ I told you that woman was familiar to me from som ewhere," the brown “haired man gulped down another glass, "Namie Tsuchiya She studied with us during high school. Do you remember her?

Whatever she’d heard about my brothers and me, and what was going on in Vegas, she didn’t have to fear that kind of thing. The door opened and Celestina quickly pulled her hand from mine, swallowing again, but she didn’t manage to erase the fear on her face. A woman with long brown hair, a lighter shade than Celestina’s, poked her head in, eyes roving between Celestina and me. She narrowed her eyes then stepped into the room. “I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” I recognized her from photos of the Famiglia Underbosses and Captains I’d studied. Alejandra Mancini, wife to Damion Mancini, Underboss of Philadelphia. “I think that was the purpose of your appearance, wasn’t it?” I drawled.

Isabella advised her daughter in a low whisper. “I’d quickly drop that bitchy attitude if I were you, Moira. Angelo Manzini will certainly not tolerate such an out of control wife.” Angelo sarcastically referred to himself in second person. “So be a good wife or you’ll soon find out why everyone trembles at the sound of my voice; trust me, you don’t want to see that other side of me; but if you insist on upholding that behaviour you’ll certainly provoke the beast within me.” Angelo retorted, the tone of his face confirming the annoyance evident in his blue eyes.

He kept standing there, waiting for someone to come out so that he could ask about Nandini. A minute later, Mayan's nanny entered the room with some of his stuff. She was confused, seeing Manik there. "How may I help you, sir?" Manik turned behind, hearing the voice. For a moment, he was heartbroken, thinking the girl to be Nandini. He gulped and composed himself. "Are you Nandini? I mean, are you the one who makes paintings?" "No, sir. I'm her son's nanny." Manik sighed in relief hearing it. "Where is she? Can I meet her now?"