Yuri Zahard Novelas e Histórias

- he says in just a whisper. Azael shakes his head maliciously. -Then tell me what I'm doing here- He shrugs- Will you talk now? It takes a few seconds before answering. -It is a trap. -This time the man no longer looks at Azael, he looks at me.- Lailah Gozt ... if I were you, I would abandon your mother, lose sight of Volkov and move to another country.- then he lets out a dry laugh, which looks more like a cough. I'm surprised you know who I am.- Harrison Tucson doesn't mess around with bullshit.

Still, just to be sure, Gerald casually asked, “Save the big talk. Regardless, you said your husband is Zachariah Kershaw, right?” Nodding in response, Zuri then replied, “Oh? So you know my husband’s name! I guess you’re more sensible than I thought! Regardless, I want you three to grovel and apologize to me! If you do, I’ll let the matter slide! If you don’t, however… Well, let’s just say that a single phone call will ruin all of you!” Hearing that, Gerald and Natallie couldn’t help but snort in their minds. Zuri really was all talk.

AZRAEL SARTORI ZAFIRA WILDER 30 5'8 Italy, Rome Independent Divorcee "Every moment without you is a temptation, every moment with you is pure surrender." ZAFIRA WILDER ... Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

My heart throbbed as I listened to his words, and seeing how quiet I was, Yaroslav sighed “I guess that this is the punishment for my decision. This is the consequence of being an Alpha” “Not necessarily” I said, stopping the man who raised an eyebrow at me “come on, I think we can try and do something that would at least help with this whole thing”

Hazard couldn't be any prouder as he watched Rhounzi finish her walk while covered with dye, while Lara's smile vanished; unaware of how Gheuver tricked the shit out of her. Thus, Rhounzi definitely won without even trying.

But she couldn’t bear to keep looking either. Ziva was a strong woman—sharp, powerful, and fiercely loyal to Valerian. She had served by his side through countless battles. She’d lost her mate years ago to illness, and since then, she’d been single. Nivera had heard from Martha… rumors whispered through clenched jaws in the kitchens. Ziva was planning something—something bold. She wanted to seduce Valerian. Wanted a place beside him not as a soldier, but as a woman. Nivera had scoffed at the idea before.

Zithea said, then rolled her eyes as a sign of annoyance. "Hmph, You better do, or else I will never talk to you again," Midnight said to her. "Whatever you say, Night," Dr. Zithea said, obviously bored. That's right. These two are cousins. Dr. Zithea Hidalgo is one of the youngest doctors who graduated from Harvard University. She possesses many skills and talents, just like her cousin Midnight, but I think everyone who knows their family knows Midnight is a particular case.

"How does it feel?" "Terrifying. Liberating. Human." Yuri sat beside her. "A year ago, I was Subject 0001. Perfect weapon. Completely controlled. Today, I'm Yuri who laughs at chicken jokes and cries at sad movies and gets frustrated with technology that doesn't work properly. I'm... person. Actual person." "You were always a person. You just couldn't see it."

supportive AJ agreed, glancing at the other members of their group offering a friendly smile. “For the next group, please step forward; Yekaterina Nadia Vierra, Andrik Aleksandro Fyodor, Blaize Pyry Flynn, Teivel Ahrio Vizcarius, Toffer Jade Woods, and Zayden Jaxen Flynn.” After they had all step forward, Blaize offered his hand for a handshake towards Zayden who thinks the action was unnecessary yet he accepted the handshake.

'Fine, but only if you see him in your form, I'm not shifting back, and I'm not talking to him,' I grumble as I relinquish any control I had, not happy at all that this is where she brought me. 'Deal!' Kia barks out happily, wagging her tail, waiting for Zander to come to her since I refuse to shift back. I can feel him moving closer toward us as he reaches the back door, I don't know if he stayed the night or got here this morning, but he looks like crap as he opens the door. He is wearing a black shirt and checked boxers. His hair is a mess, his shoulders are slumped, and he looks exhausted. Dark shadows are under his eyes, and he looks like he had the worst night’s sleep. He rubs his han