Yamada X Miyamura Mga Nobela at Kwento

Heat flushes Jamari’s cheeks at the title. The two wolves approach Yuriko, bowing in respect to Jamari. “Welcome home Jamari.” Yuriko reaches over, clasping her hand with the woman’s, Jamari’s eyes following the movement. “These are my mates..” Jamari squealed, grabbing Yuriko for a bear hug before the Beta was able to introduce her mates. “I am so happy for you three.” She says, pulling away. “Dakota and Mai are the best!” Yuriko nods in agreement.

Fatu added "Fatu, you amaze me, I know you're smitten by one of the slave maidens that came along side Amira, I've seen the way you look at her" Kamur said "That reminds me Amir, I wanted to ask if you could sell Cara to me, I'll be ready to pay just any thing" Fatu pleaded "As a way of making up for my absence from our wrestling match I'll give you both one slave each without any cost of which you'll make your choice.I'll order my guard to bring them to your house this evening" Amir said

Kyoto, Japan "Please, come with us. You haven't even named your son yet. What if something happens to you?" Natasha pleaded, holding his husband's hand tightly while the other wrapped around her bump protectively. Lightning flashing, thunder erupting. Her voice was weak against the howling wind and through the torrential downpour.

I pleaded. He gave me exactly what I wanted. Each thrust was strong, possessive, hitting the right spot every time. Sweat and c*m wetted our bodies. The sound of our skins slapping each other filled the room. When I cummed, the cream hit me like a wave. My whole body shook and I screamed his name. Damon groaned loud and cummed right after, spilling deep inside me. We lay together afterwards, and we held our breath. He pulled me hard to his chest with a greater force and kissed my forehead softly.

The surf echoed in the background, rhythmic and forgiving. Yam held a mug of lukewarm tea. Franc sat beside him, tracing lazy patterns on the bamboo armrest. “I’ve been thinking,” Yam said suddenly, eyes on the horizon. “About all the things I never told anyone.” Franc didn’t speak. He knew when Yam needed silence to shape his truths. “I never liked mirrors,” Yam admitted. “They never showed me what I wanted to see.” Franc turned to look at him. “I don’t mean looks,” Yam added quickly. “I mean… me. I never saw someone I could root for.”

Samara was surprised and she will definitely get into trouble again. "Misty," Samara held Misty's arm who just violently removed it and ignored Samara's threatening tone. "Please???" she pleaded with a sweet smile and puppy eyes. Kendrick suddenly dried up because the woman in front of him was beautiful and then the—"Thank you!" Misty stood up and she herself pulled Kendrick upright to leave the seat and swap with it. Of course, Misty is pretty sure he won't say no to her beauty! Well, that's one of Ameira's charm. Whenever they look at a person in the eyes, they will fall for her charm and nobody can resist that.

They are Darkness and Light, the wolves my Papa and Crista are hosts of that make up the ying yang wolves in their mark. Seeing Melania and knowing that not only had she just been torturing my mate, but she contributed to the death of my other, all I saw was red. That fire was boiling in my stomach again as I shouted, barely noticing August at my side as I rushed to tackle her. Of course, I landed on the ground.

They all ordered wine while I resorted to juice. “so, how old are you Camila?” Judith asked. “19, will be 20 in a month” She smiled showing perfect white 32 teeth “just a year younger than Roman” I gasped in surprise. He was only 20 years old but behaved like someone who was over 30 years. “so how is home?” he asked his parents and they divulged into a conversation that I knew nothing of. We took our orders and made small talk while the food was brought.

Camila The taste of cold lemonade filled my tastebuds as I gazed over the beach. It has only been a week since we've been in Italy, and it wasn't all that bad. Elijah wasn't a total scum as I thought, but I will never let my guard down. He's a Camorra, I never trust one, except Mira, you can't not trust Mira, she's one in a million and will most definitely fight for your trust.

I mean, they’re supposed to be friends. “Are you two actually discussing what kind of animal I am? That cannot be it, right?”. Miyamura stands in the doorway, looking utterly done with everything. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, as he eyes us. I didn’t hear him come in— I don’t think Yamato did either. He turns to Yamato. “You…I’m seriously considering breaking your jaw. You say too much nonsense”. Yamato turns away with a huff.