Suspenso Novelas e Histórias

all I am saying is that what you have is beautiful. If only you can settle the difference and be more transparent about this. I don't see why you should not work out." "Girl, I can't deal with any more drama not when he has successfully gotten himself on mom's black list." "I don't know anymore." "I know." silence filled the room as we both don't know what to say to each other. I begin to stare into space thinking of what am going to do with my life after wasting 3years of my life with some self-centred douchbag.

Luke interuppts. I shot him a dirty look. " So, it wasn't your mate, jeez, just asking, " Luke said backing off. Luke was obsessed with finding his mate and projected that onto me. He had been rejected from his 'mate' and that really fucked him mentally. " Anyways, " I paused, " While I was patroling this morning I found a werewolf badly injured, " " Is she a dominant? " Luke question tilting his head. " Erm-No, well, I don't think so, " I explained.

Urgh, Someone please suggest me how I could figure things out right now. *****

Suspense hangs heavy around him as he contemplates the source and its significance. Stephen's gaze sweeps across the room, searching for any signs of another person. His mind races with possibilities, emotions churning within him. Doubt mingles with anticipation, creating a palpable tension. Could it be real? Is there truly someone else here, or is it a trick of his weary mind? Uncertainty grips him, but curiosity propels him forward. Stephen steps into the dimly lit corridor, his heart pounding in his chest. Each footfall echoes in the silent cabin, heightening the tension and building suspense. He follows the trail of the voice, a glimmer of hope guiding his steps.

Minus “You wanna hear more?” I asked in disbelief. She raised an eyebrow. “I’m here, aren’t I?” “Flyin’ baby Jesus, Cricket. I can’t for the life of me figure out why?” “Would you make up your mind please, Minus,” Cricket ground out. “Do you want me to be a part of this, or not?” “Actually… I don’t know,” I admitted. “That’s not an answer!” she snapped.

No promise wrapped in spectacle. Just certainty.

It's not a typo error. I might go on hiatus

' This could only mean one thing, Sia has regained her memories and lost her soul in the process' ################

Waiting for something. Anything.

I felt my own hand move without deciding to, settling against his forearm, fingers curling slightly into the fabric. One of us was going to close the last fraction of space between us, and the other was not going to stop them, and we both knew it and were staying, suspended, in the last possible moment before it became something you cannot un-become. Then Lucas made a sound. Not words. Just a small, sleepy, involuntary sound, the kind children make when they shift in their sleep, already unconscious again before it had fully left him. But it was enough. Julien stilled.