Novel & Cerita عشقت

“I’d appreciate it if you found somebody else to flirt with and not my mate.” Zique crushed the flower, then dropped it on the floor before stepping on top of it. “She’s eating breakfast, let’s go to the living room.” “No way, not after you stepped on my heart.” “Damion...” Zique warned and Damion sighed. “Alright I’m coming, but let me at least get her name first. What’s your name, sweetheart?” Kiara gripped her dress, since being locked away, this was the very first time someone asked for her name. She felt...she felt surprisingly happy. “I-It’s Kiara Beatrice Mont.”

I asked her, and she looked at the water and looked at me. "You won't gain the magic of the Valkin," she said, and I was in shock. "Your mate has no wolf. You can only gain the magic when her wolf comes. She is just as good as a chosen for now," she said, and I was shocked. I looked at Maxwell and Clay, and the shock registered on their faces too. "Will she ever gain her wolf?" I asked, and she looked at me. "What is her name?" Elsa asked. "Scarlett Vladislav," Clay responded, and she looked at us.

She pulled her phone out of the pocket and turned on 4G before she opened I*******m. Before she could scroll down her feed, she felt a presence by her side. Looking up she saw Amara out of breath as she held against the wall. "Did you just ran a marathon?" She couldn't help the sarcasm. But she did wanted to be left alone, she just didn't know how to tell her.

Adrian exclaimed. "Which one of those sluts is obsessed with you?" Alicia jealously asked. "Aww, don't tell me you're jealous?" he asked teasingly, but she wasn't having it. She twisted his ear. "Ouch, why are you hurting me? I'm supposed to be your little bunbun," she turned harder. "Ouch, her name is Layla Gray; she is Vanessa's best friend." Finally, she released him as he pouted at her, "What was that for?"

**"I was known as a serious teenager in high school. I had no friends and preferred to spend my time alone in class during breaks. After Aunt Paquita's incident, I didn't trust anyone other than my family. So perhaps, that's what made me used to and comfortable with being alone. Until one day, suddenly a popular girl in my class approached me relentlessly. She didn't even care when I ignored her. She kept approaching me. Eventually, I got used to her presence. A few months later, she confessed her love. I accepted because I also seemed to feel the same way. Our relationship was beautiful at first. Until one day, I accidentally overheard her friends saying that our relationship was just a bet

“Hey there ‘sweetie’, my boyfriend and I will both have burgers, fries and a coke, make it a large coke and two straws.” She then leans ever so slightly and gives me a stink eye that I think if looks could kill I would be dead. Too bad bitch, this man is taken, and I refuse to give him up. I raise my eyebrow to her in a questioning look to ask if she has any other questions and when she figures out that she isn’t going to get what she wants she turns and walks away with a huff. “Damn babe, that was hot. Are you staking your claim on me or something?”

While both options enticed her, she couldn't deny the inner playfulness she shared with Trent. With a soft smile, Aziza signed her choice, "Trent, my sweet pairadon, I choose you." Her decision was made, and she wanted to explore this new and intimate bond with him. Trent's heart swelled with joy, knowing that she had chosen him willingly. He embraced her lovingly, feeling a sense of deep connection and gratitude for the trust she placed in him.

She rebuffed Isabella's attempts to clasp her hand as she settled down on Alicia's lap. Her rejection made a pang of guilt in Isabella's heart. Isabella knows she is the culprit. "Zara is angry with you. She won't talk to you. You didn't keep your promise," Zara said in a babyish voice, occasionally mispronouncing some words. Her little pout made her more cute. Isabella really wants to pull her chubby cheeks but refrain herself from doing. "Well then what else can i do ? I have to give the chocolate that I have brought to the neighbor's son" Isabella knows where to pinch her.

Valle muttered to himself, feeling frustrated. Alexa and Valle stood with their arms crossed, looking both confused and worried as they watched their baby girl, Rahilla, who was just six months old, crying loudly on the couch. Her cries filled the room, making their hearts ache. Valle turned to Alexa, furrowing his brow and asking, "Can you remind me why I’m here again?"

We were simply trying to spark up our present lives. Quinn, short for Quintessa, was the firecracker of our crew. She was the first to have kids so she was the first of us to experience an empty nest. By the age of twenty-four, she had been married for four years and had a child for every one of them. Her hair was red to match her spirit. Phaedra and I envied her deep brown eyes and full, pouty lips.