Tensura Volume 19 Novels & Stories

I turn to see Acre, Sky, my mother and father and grandma Beth all standing around us, the latter three had burn marks around their necks from where the silver collars were, "Ocean, hold tight to Desert, only you can channel her powers, the rest hold hands" We all do as Lanna has instructed us and Lanna starts whispering words that sound like a chant as we stood watching the battle before us, the noise starts to dim, a light above the battle starts to decend and eventually we can see or hear anything, until a sweet voice hums a tune, calming us, then it whispers, "You have done so well, the bond of family is strong, remember to be as one",

As soon as she sat down, he leaned forward with a stern face and said, "I got a call from Tufiq cosmetics early this morning, they told me that they won't be making any endorsement deals with you anymore." "About the next one hour, AD&B foods called and said they've reconsidered giving the deal to someone else, that you shouldn't bother. I was very bitter, I had to ask what the reason for the sudden change of decision was." "They were reluctant at first, but after a little push, they told me they found a very disturbing video of you and they thought they should see for myself. I saw this video and my heart shattered to tiny bits." Prisca was shaking in her seat, she crossed her fingers and w

Their attempts to rise were futile; they fell again and again, growling in agony as if the energy emanating from Ralph were cracking their bones. I watched through my blurred vision, my pain momentarily forgotten as I took in the scene before me. Every pack member, including the ones Zac had brought, writhed on the ground, their faces contorted with excruciating torment. Zac’s arrogance was replaced by sheer terror as he clutched at his head, trying to shield himself from the unbearable force. Isabella's earlier disdain had turned into a mask of horror, her screams piercing the air.

Teresa whispered, shifting forward, seeking more contact. "Patience." Lena's tone was gruff, affectionate in its rigidity. She unbuttoned Teresa's blouse with efficient fingers, exposing her breasts to the open air. The nipples pebbled instantly, and Lena leaned down, taking one into her mouth with a strong suck that pulled a moan from Teresa's throat. Her tongue swirled around the peak, teeth grazing just enough to sting, while her hand kneaded the other breast, pinching and rolling the nipple between thumb and forefinger.

"You are crazy" Isabella shouted frustrated and he looked at her with the expression that scared her to her very core, made her feel like she was going to be the next person on the chair. his eyes were still trained at hers but she could neither keep up with the intensity and nor could look away when she heard the sudden choking voice with a gurgling spurt of blood down his throat as she gasped, She couldn't help as the tears streamed down her face. There was a knife right at the centre of Albert's throat. He made a gurgling sound for a moment before the struggle died down time as the red hot liquid streamed down his neck and the life descended from him.

an old man sang his joy away. Murai cleaned his face with his palm. He hurled the decapitated head away, and it landed on the ground, rolling over and over again. He ran down to join his brothers in gyration. They danced in excitement, swinging their hands in a dance of honor for a man due for it. When they were tired, they settled down on the ground, anticipating an explanation of what had just happened. Murai was ready to tell them. He still couldn’t believe it himself. What had just happened? Now that the adrenalin had finished pumping, he was faced with the reality of his actions.

Maybe I will get some recognition someday as long as I keep it up. Next volume, Volume 9: Interlude.

His benevolent voice, coming from above, gave the impression of a deity endowing unwanted compassion. "And what's it to you? Who the hell do you think you are?" I finally allowed my eyes to drift up his slightly bowed legs snug in faded blue jeans, and up to his firmly built torso with abs too proud to lay unnoticed beneath his white long-sleeved T-shirt shoved up to his elbows, and then up to his sculptured lips where my eyes lingered a bit before gliding over his perfect straight nose and finally settling on his captivating blues.

She worked fast, connecting the cracked drive to a device and copying what she could. Lucas stood over her until Adrian said, “Give her space.” Lucas did not move. The woman cleared her throat. “It is damaged, but some files are readable.” The screen blinked. Folders appeared. Daniel_Voss_Private. Meridian. N17. Lucas stared at the last one. “Open it.” The technician looked at Adrian. Lucas slammed his palm on the table. The scar burned, but he did not care. “Open it.” She did. A list of documents filled the screen. Medical entries. Procedure notes. Identity reconstruction records. Memory suppression logs.

In the pitch-black room, Serena felt a chill run down her spine as she sensed the man's proximity and the increasing grip on her wrist. "Mr. Kade, you're hurting me..." "Being my wife means behaving yourself," Damien said, towering over her. In the moonlight, he could just make out her face, which was as innocent and cunning as a kitten's. Their breaths mingled in the air, which seemed to be filled with a sticky, intimate tension. "What's the matter? It's just... a dance," Serena said, her drunkenness giving her a fearless playfulness. Her fingers lazily twirled around his tie and from her rosy lips, she softly uttered two words, "Just playing... mmph!"