Ibu Azmi Novels & Stories

It must be great to have friends. " that's great baby, you can invite her over, " His mother smiled at Asher and it was bright and too fake. The Bonavich's are one of the most important people in the country, they are the family's competitor. He didn't let the emotions take over his face, his blank and emotionless face was up to them. " Ace?" someone whispered to him. His thirteen years old sister, Anaya Alastar. Ace and Anaya we're the closest.

I said, calling the man, watching as he froze, looking at me over his shoulder as he did. “I, Valerie Morozov, accept your rejection, Alpha Alessandro D’Almerita.”

start chit chat as she was not a woman of many words. “No no , I was just really concerned about you and thought of checking up on you, umi was a bit nervous because your left in a very angry mood so she asked me to.. Wow umi Nadia what is this place is this you, all you he asks admiring her art work, its like some form of archeological site, wow, youre so talented.” She blushed with embarrassment her cheeks turning a red color. “Its just a place I like to come and spend some time alone brother Aziz, I mean they are not that good…” umm, she stammered struggling to find words out of nervousness.’’“You called me brother, so you also, agree that Im old enough to be your brother dear umi N

Liam: “And then I'm going to do so many things. I have a lot of friends that I want to make and I have so many things that I want to do at school. Yesterday our teacher told us that we were going to do something that is big. She did not tell us what it is, but she said that only big kids can do it and that we were big kids now. And we could do it.” Anastasia said excitedly as she spoke to Alaria, who was taking a sip of her coffee.

"By the way, my name is Nazma. What's your name?" "Shamsiya."

Dylan greeted. "Have you lost your mind, Dylan? Why would I accept regular beastmen in my tribe? They don't belong here in the North," he responded. "They are not just regular beastmen, Aquil," Dylan replied, then extended his hand to me and pulled me near. "Let me introduce myself," I whispered while pulling his arm. He smiled and nodded. "I am Ari, goddess of the sun. Heed my words! Lower your weapons!" I ordered as I transformed into my passive-aggressive form.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

King can be a fucking asshole sometimes, and when he's in control, no one really likes to deal with him, I at least thought his family meant something to him, but clearly, from tonight, it didn’t. “Why the fuck did you exile Ash? Why did you cut our link? She was my fucking Beta!” I can feel Ace push forward as I ask. The pain for both of us is unbearable. I know he has taken most of the hit and is just as angry and wound up about the whole thing as I am.

I immediately saved her number. Me: yeah sure. unknown: 9th XXX drive. I looked at the weather app on my phone to check if it was too cold to go, we were smack dab in the middle of October and if it was too cold then sorry. It was 56 degrees outside, I guess it wasn't too cold. Me: kk.

Third Person Point of View: “What the fuck is this?” Viktor asked, frowning at the sight of the men carrying the crate. The men brought in the boxes that were arriving from nearby families who were pledging their loyalty to Esteban, and this in specific was for Viktor. “It came to you, from Alexei Aslanov” one of the men said, looking down at his feet, avoiding his and the Alpha’s eyes. They knew the punishment for trying to do so, and each one of them wanted to keep that head of his over his shoulders.