Txt La Novels & Stories

Chapter 5 Hannah's POV Manila is nothing like the island. On the island, you can hear the breath of the ocean; here, all you hear is the suffocating roar of engines and the impatient honking of jeepneys. The air doesn't smell like salt and roasting corn; it smells like exhaust and old rain. ​It has been three months since the black helicopters took Luke away. Three months of silence. ​I smoothed out my blazer—the most professional thing I owned—and looked up at the glass giant standing in the heart of Makati. CROMWELL LEGACY. The name was embossed in silver, gleaming under the harsh midday sun. It looked untouchable.

Hahahaha. When Stella gives her husband a blow job apology. Haha. Just kill me. Thank you all for reading TAKEN, if you have any questions. Click on this line and ask them. Love you all. From : Hedi_mahlo Signed 2021

(Arjun is standing behind you. "Fanculo" (Fuck). Myra didn't expect Arjun to show up in the middle of the conversation. She should have talked in Italian only to avoid such situations. Lily is not an Italian. She is Spanish so mostly they don't use Italian while talking. She never felt that much embarrassment in her life. She slowly turned her head and put a small smile on her lips just to lighten the situation. Arjun understood the situation and grabbed a seat near her and gave a big smile.

Her eyebrows furrowed together. He shrugged, "Yeah, you said you like English." Annie felt a warmth in her chest seeing that Leo remembered that minor detail. "Sure, you can email it to me if you want." "I actually have it at home," he told her casually. "My computer wasn't working so I just wrote it out myself." Annie nodded her head slowly, not sure why he was telling her that. "Okay... you can bring it tomorrow if you want." Leo frowned. "It's due first thing tomorrow morning. You wouldn't want to... come over and check it over real quick?"

It read. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \

Laura had escape. "That bitch ! Where did she go ?" She cursed, she could not pursue after her and she was furious. She immediately disappeared like the wind as she felt the alpha was closer. Laura had barely escaped when she saw Liliana was distracted. She run as fast as her wolf legs could carry her but ended up falling mercilessly down the cliff.

Tyler asked looking impatient as he took out the pen to write the numbers. But surprisingly, Laura held his hand stopping him, “No need to write the cheque, I’ll leave on my own. If this is what’s good for him then I would do it happily without any cost.” Laura gave him a wry smile hiding her tears and disappointment. Tyler with a satisfied look, stood up and stretched his arm towards her to shake, “Miss Laura, forgive me for being too straight but I am helpless, I love my brother a lot.” At which, Laura smiled bitterly and confessed to him, “Me too…”

"Not sure. But my heart tells me so. I love her so much" "Me too. I love my mum" Laura smiled. Tessa smiled back at her. "What are you waiting for? Your paper won't fill itself" Laura chuckled and started writing. She paused and turned to Lucas. Lucas managed to look back at her. "M.U.M" Laura stressed her words. Lucas smiled and nodded. Very soon, he was writing something down. Laura smiled and faced her test back. Tessa inhaled deeply and touched her pendant. She stared at her blank sheet for a while before writing.

She wrote something on it and passed it to her. Elena muttered a thanks to her as she left and walked back to her friends. "What did she say?' Laura asked out of curiosity "Have you forgotten she doesn't talk. She just wrote something and gave me. And it's encrypted in Latin" Elena complianed. Alex snapped a picture of it as he sent a message to Peter attaching the photo of the writing. "What are you doing?" Laura asked him. "Obviously texting Peter" he said. ## Ask Bonnie the meaning of that writing ##