Tawan Mga Nobela at Kwento

It's not like he's some movie star or some freaking famous football star. "Trent Aston," He winks at me. "G****e me." ××××

Amelia's POV I barge into Miguel's room just before dinner "Teach me how to be wanton." "The one day that I don't have lunch with you and hell freezes over." "I said teach me how to—" The remaining words die in my throat when I take in his state of undress. The white towel rides dangerously low on his waist, his hands working another towel over his wet locks. My eyes trace the outline of his lean body like a vulture eyeing it's next meal, my gaze settling on his abs where drops of water trickle down the pecs and the outline of a tattoo disappears down the towel.

Amaris said with sincerity. ”Good. Now that we have that settled lets go get some of those little honey donuts, or Baklava. Mmmm yes Baklava please.” Anna piped up from the back seat. The driver laughed out loud and drew eveyone’s attention. “This is Jason. He is also one of us and is willing to help you.” Jason chuckled again and nodded taking a quick glance in the rearview mirror at Anna and Amaris. “You would like my twin brother Taji. Short for Tajimamori. The god of sweets. My family owns the local bakery, and Taji has taken it over. Maybe I can take you to meet him when we get to the island“ Jason laughed again. He took a left hand turn onto another side street and kept going.

“The mill is almost a century old. There are a lot of buildings scattered around the acreage. Some of them are in pretty bad condition; others are livable, especially if the inhabitants don’t happen to be alive themselves. A local Hunter says they’re getting a lot of chatter about a clan of Vampires occupying some of the old worker houses that aren’t in use anymore. He wanted us to meet him out here to check it out.” “What’s his name again?” Jamie asked as Aaron pulled the vehicle off to the side of the road. In the dim light of dawn, they saw a lone figure standing beneath a tree nearby. “Taavi Kalani,” Aaron responded. The two climbed from the car and walked over to meet the stocky man who

How Ironic is it that I’m walking towards the man who’s testing how deep my love is for Evan? I love him so fucking much, more than I’m willing to admit to myself, and this is me acting on that love. On the end of the vast sea of vacant tables, in a secluded luxury resort called Perfect Oasis, Nate sat occupying the farthest table with a smile on his lips. Engraved in frosted glass is the word ‘Reserved’ written in cursive writings in each booth I walked by.

BINTA I lived on a remote island on the coast of Lafiya called Rayuwa. Lafiya is a country made up of four states. Fili State, Ruwa State, Gona State and Daji state. Rayuwa is part of Daji State, and the capital of Daji is Duniya. The proximity of Rayuwa to Duniya is near. Lafiya is a developed country, but although Rayuwa is a part of Lafiya, it lacks civilisation, and because of this, it serves as a tourist attraction for Lafiya, generating millions in revenue. In Rayuwa, there were no schools, no electricity, or water supply. People usually fetched water from the streams or dug wells in their compounds. The lack of civilisation made it impossible for us to access proper medical care, and

Ara was very panicked and approached the Guardian Goddess of the portal. "Where to ... Where did the Goddess send Aranjo?" Ara asked very anxiously. "Danzou City! She was born to be human! Not to worry, Aranjo is destined to hurt the feelings of the weak-hearted humans who love her!" The Goddess said "What is ... was it the Emperor who allowed the Goddess to tell me all about it?" asked Ara. Usually, things related to redemption in the mortal world are kept very secret, because it can change the destiny of the God or goddess who undergoes redemption.

The woman staring back at me in the mirror was like a stranger. Gone were the flowing blonde tresses that once fell to my waist. I felt a weird sensation as I passed my fingers through my short-cropped hair, a prerequisite for coming of age. I had dressed in a variation of the standard linen tunic, adding a roped belt, allowing me freedom of movement for the day’s climb. The regulation tunic worn by most of Zantus’s female population allowed the individual to rely on character and intellect rather than be preoccupied with appearance. Men, however, were allowed colorful sashes of the finest materials. They could also wear bracelets and medallions, depending on their status.

He didn’t look too bad except his choice of clothing was questionable. “Hi. I’m Ava and—“ “Your identification card??” He demands with a scowl on his face cutting me off. Rude much? I give it to him and he types in the code on his computer immediately printing, and handing both the schedule and the card back to me. He looks at me up and down, giving me a nasty look when he’s done. “Shut the door on your way out.” What the fuck? “Is something wrong here? I mean you don’t even know me.”

She rested on her knees and closed each one of their eyes while she touched her forehead, sternum, and both of her shoulders in a specific order. "She must be Catholic." A girl next to me noted. I hummed and nodded, watching as the girl finished with the last girl and two others dragged the rigid body to lie peacefully next to the others. I didn’t remember what the word Catholic meant but assumed it had to do with whatever the girl was doing. I promised myself that I would remember their faces. Remember their sacrifice. When we started to gather again, I gave one of my spears to Beef and the other to another strong woman- the dark curly haired one who fell in the water.