Toh Novels & Stories

The book is called JERICHO (For obvious reasons) Follow my In$t@gr@m account of you want to read any of my kindle books or paperbacks : the handle us @authorkyliegopal.

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.

The air was heavy with the scent of rain and soil when the stranger arrived. The guards at the gate barely had time to issue a warning before he walked through the threshold of the stronghold as if he belonged. Toran. The name rolled off tongues with a mixture of awe and dread. A rogue Alpha. An outcast who’d refused every pack’s allegiance. It was said he left trails of blood in his wake, carving dominance wherever he went. His presence was a statement: challenge.

, he said, taking a sip from his glass of wine. “No! If you love them then you should eat them” “But my toy doesn't want them. It's quite inappropriate that I should take what my milkweed doesn't want, don't you think?” He said grinning—his stoned face brought me more peace than his grin... it made me weak and vulnerable. I said nothing, gulping down a cup of water. Perfect.

But Chase's experience gave him the edge of the battle. He knew exactly which spot in girl's mouth he should send his tongue to, where inside the mouth or part of the girl's tongue he should caress. He knew the perfect time and combination to lure a girl through his teeth, mouth and tongue. Not just that, his hands sure do know where to go, the spots to be pressed, to be caressed, to be... squeezed. He lifted her off her feet and pushed against the wall.

Alan trailed. “She is his mate.” “Then why the hell do I feel like she’s my mate?!” He smashed his fist on the wall. That was the problem Alan had with Hugh. His temper. It was something Hugh was barely able to control. Taking a deep breath, Alan replied, “That’s because… she is also your mate.”

“What are you talking about, great one? Have I by error or omission offended you?” “Tufia kwa gi.” The native doctor spat, “Ichoro ino na-ana mara egbe di ime, okwa ya (you want to determine the pregnancy of a hawk by looking at it, right?). You have failed. Bet me, you have failed.” “But wise one, I don’t understand what you are talking about,” Ejima frowned but did not meet those dark eyes. “You will not understand until nemesis catches up with you.” The Dibia hissed and continued down the path, cursing and fussing.

“Now solve this thing, Tohya. That’s your forte, isn’t it?” “Huh? Solve this thing?” Tohya frowned as he took the photograph from Yuri. “Isn’t it just pure addition though?” He pondered, before his quick mind got to work at totalling the numbers up. “10 plus 15. 21 plus 26. Equals to…” “Seventy two,” said Sunny suddenly, and both Tohya and Selina looked at him in slight amazement. “Did you work all that out in your head or something?” asked Tohya in amazement.

, Dawn replied, pointing to the windchime hanging over the window opposite the bed. “Sure”, Lena agreed. Dawn grinned, watching her hopped up from the bed to unhook the item, the metal cylinders jangling at they moved. She brought it over and laid it down on the duvet. Lena then sat down opposite her friend and they linked hands over the windchime. “I call upon the spirits and the magic of nature. Aqua, terra, ignis et aer”, she began.