Agnes Gru Novelas e Histórias

Made simpler, she does not want to fall deeply in love. However, that dream never through. When she met him, he tore the corroded walls apart effortlessly and erected a four lettered tower on her world. The foundation was hinged on an unknown silent strength. It was so easy for him to plant a seed in her; a seed of love, but he never cared to nurture it neither was he there when it grew. How hurtful it is. Grace Anslem was the first child out of two. A graduate of psychology from Lagos State University. She is based in Abuja

A wave separated from the pier and, covering Chaos’ body, froze his limbs, surrounded him with a dense water ball and lifted him into the air. “Do as you're told, and maybe I'll help you find out who killed your brothers,” Agnes croaked, holding a clawed hand clenched above her. The rejuvenated fingers were silvered with scales. The wrinkles on her face smoothed out, returning her to her former cold beauty. Black curls fell over her shoulders, glam up her nondescript dress with its luxury.

"They pulled a liter of fluid out of your pleural space. They said the cells they found weren't just inflamed. They were... changing. Crystallizing." "The Grey," I whispered. My voice was a ghost of itself, a raspy tear in the quiet room. "My body is turning into a monument to a pack that hates me. Funny, isn't it?" Silas finally looked at me. His amber eyes were flat, devoid of the pity I’d grown to loathe. "It’s inefficient. You’re no use to me as a corpse, Elara. We have a bridge to build and an empire to dismantle." He stood up and walked over, placing a thin, sleek laptop on my over-bed table. He didn't offer a hand to help me reach it. He knew I’d rather crawl across broken glass than

“Here we go.” As the claws pierce the base of her skull, Morana gasps, her body tensing with pain. I push past the physical barrier, delving into the swirling energy of her mind. Her memories flash before me: fragments of her life, her fears, and deeper, darker corners she’s never shared.

She looked unusually meek saying those words. Morrigan took a step closer to Colfre. “So answer me, do you think this lifeless place needs to imprison someone just to bring back its life?” Morrigan’s eyes met Colfre’s, both of them stares with ardent intensity at each other. An unexplainable connection lingering between them. Colfre’s muscles tighten as Morrigan’s scent lingers near him, he was the first one to back away from her ardent gaze. He cleared his throat and looked away from the meek Morrigan standing in front of him. Morrigan noticed how Colfre felt uncomfortable with her standing in front of him so she walked towards her bed and sat down on the soft mattress.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

I replied. It was the day of my parents' anniversary. Dana was still in the room dressing while I was keeping the boys company. The click-clack sound on the tiles made me direct my gaze to the direction of the sound, and I was stunned by the sight that met my eyes. Dana was in a purple dress. Her milky white shoulders and a little cleavage were out. The dress molded her breasts in a very attractive manner, and her tiny waist was accentuated by the way her hips flared out.

I grinned at the feeling of victory that had my skin humming as I made my way into the kitchen. Opening the fridge, I shoved the contents around until I came across the grapes. Pulling the bowl of chilled grapes out, I kicked the door closed. At that second, my heart lodged itself in my throat as I shrieked, "CHRIST!" I was almost certain I suffered from an out-of-body experience. Amusement lit up Gunnar's green-brown eyes but the rest of his face held onto his stoic mask. Then his gaze dipped toward the bowl of grapes and I could have sworn his features twisted darkly. My heart didn't calm down after that look, it sped up.