Toriel Mga Nobela at Kwento

My life is already messed up, and I am a shame to everyone. "I, Torian, the future Alpha of this pack, reject you stupid Lola as my mate and sever all bonds between us! I REJECT YOU! " His voice rumbled like thunder, breaking through the core of my heart and spreading that kind of pain which leaves the body numb and the lips clamped all over me.

**Belarie Greene, CEO - Tores Pharmaceuticals. "I'd like that," Killian said, pocketing the card. "Let's schedule a meeting for next week." "Definitely!" Belarie said. "Ah, forgive me, what was your name again?" "Killian—Killian Zerok." "It was nice bumping into you." They shook hands, and Belarie left with a final sympathetic pat on Killian's shoulder. "Good luck with your woman Killian. I hope you find your way back to each other."

In behind him came a pair of police officers. “Leila, I am Detective Connor Calloway, and this is PC Alice Torres. We would like to ask you some questions if you are feeling up to it?” “I suppose.” I wasn't sure at all but they were right the sooner I got it out of the way, the better. as much as I didnt want to relive any if what happened, I knew that I would have to at some point, so why not now. “We can stop at any point if you are feeling tired,” PC Torres said stepping forward.

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.”

" Dane spat. Fort asked for another round of drinks while we waited for Abelina. Torie, one of the waitresses, came with a trade of drinks. She moved her hips excessively, walking towards me. "King Chad!" She purred. "Tori," I replied indifferently. I might have fooled around with her in the past, but she knows very well that I have a mate now. She placed the trade on the table and slid one of her hands suggestively over my chest. I brushed her hand off and gave her a deadly look.

I laughed even louder, “he told your sister too.” “Damn it. I am going to give Troy such a hard time next time I see him. He used to be my favorite, but I think I’ll choose Talia. No, Theo, although he’s a teenager now, so he might not really be into hanging with his older cousin.” Riker joked. Riker and I worked together until it was lunch time and then I drove to the farm with Damian. Ela would meet us there. Troy and Ariel drove in last and when Ariel got out of her car, she looked almost white. She was so scared that she was starting to shift, but every time Troy touched her, her claws turned back into fingers.

Ophelia lied but only because she did not see the need to let him know her real identity. She went to chill around there but it was not the same campus and every time she wanted to party hard she left her campus and travelled all the way to party. “Toria,” he said as though he was testing the name on his tongue. “Toria” he said again and this time his tone was telling her that he liked it. “That is a pretty name for a pretty girl like you” he said in a way of complimenting her.

I'll be back for you soon. I ran as fast as I could, and because I knew the routes like I knew the back of my hand, I avoided all the patrols trying to track me down. I screamed at the top of my lungs as I reached the border. - I, Beta Brady Brown, resign from my beta status and reject Lycan Moon Pach as my pack. I will continue my life as a rogue and return to save my mate and take revenge on all who cross my path. This is my solemn promise.

“Oh no, it's fine, I should be apologizing for arriving late and also for her attitude, Trust me Zorzarians aren't like that, she's just bitter.” “What do you mean late?” She cleared her throat, giving a slight bow, then raising her head. “Greetings Princess Astraea, Lady Eloise, I am Terielle, your personal guard and companion.” “I-” “Lord Orion said you would protest about the idea of a guard, but I'm not a guard… trust me I hate it too. I'm more of another Eloise to you, except I have fighting skills and I don't know how to style.” Eloise and I laughed in amusement and Terielle also smiled.

I once thought I'd marry him, I loved him, I still do, but I am not in love with him, and he is forever bound to Belle Valentino. I am sitting upright on my bed, staring at his name as it flashes through my screen, repeatedly. Relectantly, I pick it up. "Baby." He says, and I grin, immediately switching it to face time. "Marcello." I laugh. Damain Marcello Mikealson is a very handsome italian man, perfect but weighed by past love and trauma. One of the things we all share is Trauma. "Clementine," He grins childishly. "How is London?"