Toru Mha Mga Nobela at Kwento

Hunter might have failed as a friend and as a Mate but there's a thing that can never ever be changed and stood as the undeniable truth above all, and that was Hunter will never fail as an Alpha— As a ruler. And this value of his had added another hindrance to the already existing ones in my way that I had thought would help me resist him. Resisting my tormentor was going to be far more difficult than I had perpetually presumed.

Torque punched in the numbers and rested on the edge of the desk. “Hatchett, it’s Torque. You got a sec? I got a plate I need you to run… yeah… L07E17…” Torque smiled as my ears strained to hear Hatchett. “Excellent. Thanks, man.” Torque hung up as his attention shifted between me and Ciara. “Hatchett got a ping on the plates, and you’re never going to believe who they belong to.” “Shiro Kenji,” Ciara answered as she pointed to the screen where she had run the plates through.

But everything has been so chaotic lately. Cora's silence conveyed her scepticism, but she allowed me to continue. "And about the man who brought us to Auntie's house," I confessed, hesitating over my words. "He's... he's a werewolf, and he's the one I'm dating. Though dating might not be the right word.” There was a pause on the line before Cora's voice sliced through the air with razor-sharp clarity. "What do you mean, 'seeing might not be the right word'? And what does that mean?”

He would reserve Chimba’s punishment for later. “Another subject you say?” Again, Bozo’s question drove a cold chill down Chimba’s features, and fright held him. But the man did not back down. He was curious, a curiosity that might send him to an early grave. “Hawk is not just a subject, dear Chimba,” Bozo breathed in, still trying to contain his anger. “His name is Maduka. Son of Obi, of the tribe of Obigwe, from the clan of Obigwenigwe and the true heir to the iron throne.”

just MAHIRA. Tazz couldn’t sleep entire night, he reached office early the next day , even before the cleaners reported, he was restless, he dialled a number “did you get the info I asked for, send it to me right now,” he literally growled , he received a mail notification immediately and took a printout. He slapped the page on desk almost immediately as it was half empty with not much info except... Name: Mahira Saha Address: Satellite tower, South beach complex Status: Married

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the blonde haired girl introduced herself to Isabella and shook her hand with her. "Hi! I'm Aurora Valenti and yes I'm new admission." Isabella lied swiftly and mentally patted herself for practicing whole night of her name but it still felt foreign to her. "Nice name Aurora, it suits your personality." Camilla said to which she gave her a fake smile just like her identity. "Hey I'm here too." the boy said whining gaining the both of the girls attention. "I'm Neel Malhotra and I'm from India." he introduced himself extending his hand towards Isabella and she looked at him amusingly. She shook his hand but didn't feel the spark just how like she feels when Nicholas touches her.

Tory was angry, she couldn't believe Grace could be so heartless,she stood at the door staring at Grace who had no idea she was there staring at her while she eats. it's been two weeks since the little money Tory had on her had run out, ever since then both Tory and Grace have been surviving on the little food which was barely enough for one person, which Tory gets from few guys who where trying to ask her out, not knowing each time she leaves the house to go look for food for both herself and Grace, Grace would get something to eat with the money her parents sent to her.

she mumbled looking at the door where Maa was already standing with amusement in her eyes. "My regards to her. Kiss her cheek, forehead, nose and everywhere for me on my behalf," he yelled before Mehr pressed the red button. "Where are you going to, young lady?" Maa raised her eyebrows because she can't raise one at a time which makes her to be so jealous of Mehr who can do it expertly. "Hajiyan Allah, I was just about to ask you if I can..." she trailed off not knowing how to put it even though it's not the first time she asked.