Novel & Cerita Tora From Midnight Poppy Land

Haya and Tora woke up early to head back to School, also carrying what they needed to fix in their respective quarters. They initially go to the Registration Office and obtain the various documents that will be required. AS Tora reached outside the Recorder's Office, she saw the future donor, Abraham Windsor, one of the members of the band "Extra Chance," conducted by Asher. Abraham is the drummer of their band; Tora has long admired Abraham for his drumming abilities. She is one of the goals and heartbreak of their school; he just thinks he is attractive.

“Well… the band needs a sound to play, so—” “Ssshh!” Carson shushed, putting his finger on his lips—and at that very time, a surge of memories came to my mind like a flood. The night where I transformed for the first time, the arrow that scratched my leg, and the boy who came to take care of my wound… I was in a trance. I stared at Carson blankly, and when those pairs of green eyes caught mine, my brain could finally put two and two together.

Tara also did the same and Theresa Mo became uncomfortable. Where is Rosa? She looked over Lanre's shoulder in the direction the latter and Tara came from but didn't see her coming. "Where's Rosa?" Junxie Li asked Theresa in a whisper. They were almost half gone through the dinner and Rosa hadn't appeared. He was going to ask after Lanre and Tara when he saw them walk in. Is everything alright? " I don't know either," Theresa replied. The two lovers didn't say anything again. When Theresa Mo couldn't take it again, she looked at Lanre.

"LET GO OF ME, YOU ARSEHOLE! I'M THE FUTURE LUNA, AND I COMMAND YOU TO STOP THIS SHIT!" **** — Zelos — Alpha Archer was currently reading the news on his tablet. His sharp eyes darkened perfectly, and it was obvious that his jaw was starting to get hard. Because right now Alpha Archer was looking at the news about his daughter, which said that the future Luna of the Sinclaire pack, Carassa Del Sinclaire, was drunk and having a wild party. Behavior that does not reflect the future Luna. Last night, Cara escaped from the castle and met her wild friends. They had a party and got wildly drunk. There is even a portrait of Cara and a man, who is a hunter from her own pack, entered a room privately

The air crackled with tension, and I could feel the energy building around us, swirling like a storm poised to unleash its fury. I watched in awe as the scene unfolded. The wind gently scooped her into the air and carried her, while the earth quickly gathered leaves to form a bed beneath her. I could see her body outlined as she was laid down on the leaves, the fire surrounding her like a comforting blanket. For a moment, I held my breath. Was she still breathing? "Fuck, Lotus," I cried out. "Is she...?" The sound of bones suddenly cracking and breaking in the silent night shattered my thoughts.

Kira stood by the window, the night calm outside, when Lyra’s voice pierced her mind like a flare in the dark. *Kira—something’s wrong. It’s Storm.* Kira froze. The tone alone made her blood shift cold. *Tell me,* she sent back, already gathering her focus. *He’s seeing someone. A woman. She’s…. He said her name was Dor. Kira, I saw it too.* Kira’s eyes widened. Dor….?

The reconnection must have been too overwhelming for her poor body. Emma’s POV My eyes are closed. I’m not in the tent. I listen around me but it’s so quiet. Suddenly I hear voices near the hallway. Then a voice I recognize… “Mor?”. I sense her, she’s here. “Oh Emma, I’m here for good. I’m back”. Oh I’m so happy. “Mor you saved us! But I missed you so much”.

Her smile, ironically, only grows wider the deeper into the song she goes. "Last night I blacked out I think // What did you, what did you put in my drink? // I remember making out and then, oh, oh // I woke up with a new tattoo // Your name was on me and my name was on you // I would do it all over again."

She looked Zara up and down, pausing at the girl’s wrists, which still bore faint bruises from chains. “So this is the peace offering, she looks soft. We’ll see how long that lasts.” Behind her, another woman chuckled, she's taller, and crueler in the eyes. That was Tori. She's pale blonde with a jaw that could cut glass and a voice that drips venom even when she whispers. “Bet she doesn’t even know how to kneel properly,” Tori said, tilting her head in mock pity. “It doesn’t matter. She’ll learn or she’ll bleed.”