Unwind Mga Nobela at Kwento

He loved his preys, fresh and young. "Name's Retainer by the way, don't forget it, code 009." Dipping his hand in her shirt, he caressed her skin with his rough digits. "So ripe and ready to be devoured." Giving her stomach one last squeeze, he retracted his hand. From the side table, he grabbed four electrode wires. Sticking them on each side of her face, he turned on the machine. Instantly her body jerked upwards. The minimal shock supplied from the wire, took her breath away. Maximizing to its highest, he uttered, "I want to hear your screams and voice after I came back with the Boss." He placed another kiss on her bloody naked collarbone. "Be a good girl, code 009."

*Aidan Zavia's POV* --- I yawned and stretched my whole body as I just woke up from a lovely dream with my lovely girlfriend. And, a smirk formed on my face when I opened my phone and found a text message from her. "Good morning, my annoying ray of sunshine! I woke up first, better luck next time, Zav. 8/5. I'll just see you later. ;*" I read her message and I chuckled.

,said Marie angrily " The killer transport is a very ancient weapon. During war when my family was desparate to fight, my father found it somewhere. Looking at it , he knew it was some super natural weapon. It took him a couple of days to figure out what was it's speciality. And he found out. I was only a little boy then. That thing was a highly vicious weapon which killed by burning you intensely. The price was, with every person you killed,you aged. My dad used it to protect us. Me and my little baby sister. Towards the end of the war he looked like a hundred year old man with graying hair and severe wrinkles....... I knew he wouldn't survive even if we escaped . The killer transport also

“We run. A good long run. It’ll build your speed and endurance. Especially important when you’re about to shift. Your wolf will need that stamina.” I froze. “Run? I thought we were just doing the breathing thing today.” “Nope. We’re doing both. Come on.” He started jogging in place, waiting for me. “Let’s go. Keep up.” I hesitated but then fell into step beside him. The path was uneven, roots and leaves under my sneakers. My legs burned after only a few minutes but I pushed through. “Kai… I can’t shift. I don’t have a wolf. You know that.”

The city lights reflected in my eyes like flames. "I want Kieran to personally destroy everything he's so proud of." Garrett smiled, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "Consider it done." The next day, explosive news rocked the healing community. "Rebirth Healing Center," jointly founded by me, Phoebe Lynn, and Alpha Garrett, was officially established. The announcement hit every major werewolf news outlet simultaneously. Social media exploded with reactions. Pack leaders started calling their advisors. The healing world buzzed with excitement and speculation.

“It would be enough.” “But,” I said. Because there was a but in the quality of the pause. “The signal reaching the wolf underneath a skin walker at that amplification level,” it said, “would not simply reach the wolf. It would reach everything. Every modification. Every layer of what was put on top of the wolf to produce what the skin walker is.” It paused. “It would not be a gentle contact. It would be a complete unwinding.” “What does complete unwinding mean,” I said.

After placing his urn beside my mother's grave, I remained where I was, sitting quietly between them and tracing their names with my eyes as they stood side by side in stone. I did not speak, and I did not cry. I simply stayed there for a while, letting the silence settle around me. My phone did not ring until Raymond finally called. I had no idea what he wanted, but after five or six unanswered calls, he left a voice message demanding that I get home immediately. I glanced at the message, then rose and left the cemetery. The drive back was strangely peaceful. My mind was completely blank, and for once, I was not thinking about anything at all.

“Thank you.” “Good, we’re all settled in,” my uncle continued, his grin having returned. “Either of you wanna hit this?” He presented to us a large black glass bong, adorned with the Burning Saints’ club logo. “Warthog here had this made special for me as a gift. Isn’t it beautiful?” “Oh, boy, Cutter, I tell ya, I’d normally join you, but I just polished off a spliff in the parking lot before coming in. How ’bout you, Cricket? It’s 4:20 somewhere, right?” Minus mocked.

The room was spotless, as if no one had ever lived there. Only the desk in front of him held a single box. Hugo opened it. Inside were all the gifts he had ever given Katherine. On top of the box, there was a single sticky note. "Three's a crowd. I'm stepping out. I give my best regards to Mr. Laurent and Ms. Mendes—may you have a long and happy marriage, and many children."

And if not… then I wish you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year in advance🎄✨ Now, I can drop my pen. With love, O.J 💕🖊️