Tari X Saiko Mga Nobela at Kwento

Sia sighed and hoped Mario would confide in her, and maybe she could come up with a solution to his problem if not then it was up to the man to straighten things up “Umm… Rhea…it just the two of us, why all this?” Sia asked suspiciously when she saw the servants taking a few plates outside not just that, but there was ine more swimsuit which meant there was an extra guest she didn't know of “That would be mine”sia heard a familiar voice and with alertness she turned around only to see Tara standing there wearing blue jeans' jumpsuit with black heels however that didn't surprise sia but the fact that she was also wearing the same outfit although hers had a different design

All their secret meetings, she knew of but didn't mind because she never thought it was important. A dry soundless laughter left her throat, a grin spreading across her face. Her dark side. Tari is known as the short tempered one while Mitari is the calm and polite one. Tari's temper is something to always write hell about, from her psychotic soundless laughter, to the way her body bends to the side like she has been possessed. Her eyes were almost red. By now, Mitari's shameless moans were already filling the mansion. Tari crunched her nose, biting her tongue to hold the anger in. Right now she wanted to burst into that room and rip Mitari and Musa into shards but that would be for another

He said. That day he also gave me a new name. Khada Raiko. The next year, He sent me to what he calls the Institute of War. It was a restaurant at first but, as we got in, He presented a small square gold shape token with (IW-HO R 7th) engraving in it, to the cashier. We entered a secret elevator, while in the elevator he picks up another token from his pocket and put it in one of the missing elevator's buttons. He presses it and a new series of underground floors added to the elevator's buttons, descending 25 floors underground. We stopped at the 2nd underground floor. As the elevator opened, People wearing tuxedos and leather jacket accompany themselves in a mini bar on the left, on the ri

His tattoos curled up his neck and under his ear like smoke. Beside him was Felix, leaner, wiry, with a mop of dark hair and scars on his knuckles that told enough stories on their own. Felix was quieter, but he had a gift for slipping through digital and physical security alike. If Reid was the tracker, Felix was the ghost.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.