Novel & Cerita Yeon Gyu

Damon was here too. The mark on my thigh started burning very hot. Nyx was howling inside my head, confused and furious. Damon turned to me, his dark eyes full of jealousy. His hand found mine and squeezed me tight. “Tell him,” he growled under his breath. “Tell him who you really belong to.” Alpha Kael took one step closer to me, his voice loud and clear. “Choose between us, Annie. Or I will fight your Alpha for what is mine. “Fight who?” Damon retorted, his chest literally pulsing very hard. “Fight me?”

She held a large paper cup of iced coffee in one hand, her messy bun hanging slightly crooked. How is she always this active and happy? Spirit wondered. “You look like you need a massive nap… or a gallon of espresso, Browne.” “I need both,” Spirit admitted, a tired smile finally breaking through her exhaustion. She leaned against the wall, rubbing her stiff neck and sore shoulders after spending hours doing scut work. “Hey, Chloe, what’s the deal with Miss Karen? She looked like she wanted to personally throw me out of the building earlier.” “Oh, Maya?” Chloe rolled her eyes before taking a long sip through her straw.

Adrian got on one knee in front of me and opened a black velvet box. "Rayne Mae Carson, will you do me the honour and be my wife? I would love to continue my life with you, I would love to wake up to your beautiful face till my last day. I will do whatever it takes me to see you smile. I'm willing to do anything for a woman like you. You are my precious gem that I intend to keep safe. You're my everything in this life and you'd make me the happiest man on Earth if you agreed on marrying me."

Even in the simple black attire the girl was radiating. This beautiful girl we are talking about here is known as Kim Yoonji. Kim Yoonji is not your everyday girl next door. She doesn't look the part neither she plays it. She got looks of a goddess who you can't miss even if you want too. With her darker than night waist length hair, curvaceous figure, pale but healthy skin and personality of a firecracker.

(Hwang Hwa Young) Hwa Young knew what Yeon Ja means, so she doesn’t complained that much, after all she herself loved being a big superstars and enjoyed the attentions that she got. But still to her right now, the prospect of seeing her boyfriend was even more important than all those paparazzi that has been watching her moved no mater where she goes.

TOP ON LEADERBOARD: NUMBER: SCORES: 1ST: FLORENCE MIL 09 - 9 2ND: AGATHA PEREZ 10 - 8 3RD: GAIL AMERSON 07 - 4 4TH: JENNIE LAZON 02 - 4 5TH: KRYLLE SU 04 - 3 6TH: JONNA KIM 01 - 1 7TH: SOLENE TIAR O3- 0 8TH: HELLERY JOES 05 - 0 9TH: BEATRICE SHUN 06 - 0 10TH: VENN TRICE 08 - 0

My mom smiles at me and my dad just keeps his focus on the newspaper in his hands that he seems to be so engrossed in. My little sister, Jenna, has never been more excited to resume back to school given the fact that it's going to be first year in highschool. I turn to look at her seated on the chair across from me and give her a little wink. I think the makeup on her face is a little bit too much for a fourteen year old but of course, it's always just my opinion.

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.