Romans & histoires Tomes

I will see you tomorrow okay. [some loud, high pitch screaming, shrieking voices were coming from the backgrounds] Jerika: What’s that? Is someone’s… puppy dying? Martin: No… it’s a g… girl Jerika: Why is she making such voices? Martin: Apparently she is crying Jerika: Why is she crying? Is she in pain? You know what you should help her Martin: I really can’t Jerika: Why? Martin: Well because I am making her cry Jerika: Why would you do that?

Isabella sat behind her imposing desk, her expression stern and unyielding, as she began her interview with a woman who was seeking the position. The woman, seated opposite Isabella, appeared both eager and determined, ready to prove her qualifications for the job. Isabella: "Tell me, why do you believe you are qualified for this role?" The woman took a deep breath, her nerves evident, and responded, "I have extensive experience in project management, and I bring a strong work ethic to every task."

TAKEN ten He wore a neutral gray three button suit, a modest bright red tie and a white collared shirt. He had groomed his short black hair and was also wearing a closed toe oxford black shoe with gray pants. It was not his first day at work but he needed to give a smart impression. He was the new boss, he had to set standard. He moved out of his room to join his brother outside the house, Marcus was beside his car together with his wife, she was knotting him up and they were having a discussion.

“Kuronomiya-kun, I’m leaving first. See you tomorrow.” “Mm.” I hummed. “See you.”

I just thought of Doom. Hoping that Doom will show up tonight.

“What is this?” “That’s what killed him,” he said, his voice trembled. “H-He said if I got into trouble, I just have to…to go there.” The detective flipped the card and saw two words engrossed on it in gold ink. DOMUS MALUM His eyebrows furrowed, frustration creeping in. His head began to throb as he looked away. “Thanks for this, Mate,” he said and hopped on his car, never casting a glance again on the guy.

Amaris "So, there are how many packs?" I ask, my head beginning to hurt at the amount of information that has been being hurled at me over the last half hour. "Within the United States alone, there are almost fifty packs. In the world, there are more than a hundred different packs," Glendon, the Alpha tells me. "Are there only wolves and humans that reside on the earth?" I ask, glancing between the four people around me. "No," Zach says with a grin. "There are other shifters—bear, feline, dragon."

mate. * #TBC

“...I spend nearly all my time here.” The room was wide, at least twenty feet across. Two silver stone desks ran the extent of the compartment. Each desk also wielded a manuscript, balms of various ointments, a rack full of small clay pots, and assorted hefty bowls of paraphernalia that Tommy couldn’t recognize. Regardless, what really caught his interest were the ledges insulating the embankments. All concurrently, they held dozens of old codexes, animal skin scrolls, each marred with a silver runes label. On the table, some of the fluids in the vials were shaded with rainbow color and some were murky, but most were clear. It was a veritable collection of magical concoctions.

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