33 Invincible Novels & Stories

Apparently not knowing what to do. Ynaria looked for something around the room, then she picked up the vase on top of the drawer. Slowly Ynaria walked towards where Trist was as its kept punching Paul in the face. Though Ynaria was trembling with fear, she bravely slapped the vase on Trist's mound. Trist quickly collapsed because of what she did, but she wasn't convinced Trist had fainted because she knew her could still commit a crime. So Ynaria hit the vase on Trist's head again.

It went Viral. A public school that hosted a roof party had collapsed. A total roll of 75 were injured some were severely and others slightly. Noemi broke her arm, followed with minor scratches. Other than that 15 people died. Noemi's boyfriend was tragically among those that died. More to the reason getting viral he was an uprising actor, very handsome and somehow managed to bag Noemi. Basically Noemi got him his first role because of her connections as Owen's daughter. The more Delilah thought about it, it sickeningly reminded her of her and Dimitri.

Before I could protest any further, Jackson appeared by my side. "Nicole, doctor Chung is right. Let's leave him with doc for now and I need to talk to you about something important." Jackson said. I glanced back and forth between him and doc, and then reluctantly walked away from Shane's bed while doctor Chung pulled the green curtains around them only, without a single glimpse of what's gonna happen inside. I turned around and looked at Jackson while running my fingers through my tangled hair. "What's up?" "Well everything is pretty chaotic right now. There's only 8 injured men including Cameron and Toby, but the others are all okay." I nodded.

I tried my age which didn’t work. I tried my birthdate and it didn’t work, but the second I tried my birth year it opened. - End Of Chapter 28: Eat & Code -

Melanie stepped out from behind Henry, her face a picture of innocence, yet her smile was anything but. "Selena, this is the maternity ward. How could you just 'pass by'? You're here for Henry, aren't you?" Henry's eyes, complicated and heavy, landed on me, his voice filled with resignation, "Selena, there's no need for this. I told you that we're getting remarried on the first of next month." I stayed quiet, hiding behind Wren, not ready to reveal the truth. Melanie's eyes flashed with anger, and suddenly she clutched her stomach while exclaiming, "My stomach... Is the baby coming?!"

The aged scar that ran across his face was a dead giveaway. Troy Everburn. A vicious man when it came to battle. He had a legacy drenched in the blood and the tears of his enemies. He and my father had been rivals for years until he suddenly disappeared from the path of war many years ago. But despite not having fought for years, there was still a kind of power that oozed from every pore of his body. A kind of power that would force you to bow at his feet and submit to his mercy. But if he's here with these people then I can't have any respect for this man. I wouldn't have any respect for him.

He tried to position his member while pinning the lady down, forcing her legs apart when he felt a sharp pain on his nape and passed out. Removing his overcoat, the driver helped Vinca up. She was shaking so much, she couldn't stand on her own as her knees had turned to jelly. Just thinking of what might have happened to her, she burst into tears, her heart racing like it would pop out of her mouth. He placed the coat on her shoulders and led her back to the truck. The leader kicked the third man hard on the chest and he flew, hitting a nearby tree. He then went ahead and started pounding on his face. He couldn't believe that this nincompoop had almost cost them a million dollars.

“All those centuries of watching have made you soft.” “And you’ve grown reckless,” Astrid countered, her eyes narrowing. “You’re willing to break our sacred pact for power. That’s not strength; it’s desperation.” The arbiter roared in fury, summoning a torrent of celestial fire that roared towards Astrid. She stood her ground, raising a shimmering shield of light that absorbed the flames. With a flick of her fingers, she sent the fire spiraling back at him. He barely had time to erect a barrier of his own, the impact sending him skidding across the room.

Anastasiya Van Houten Paralyzed. That was the only word that could explain my situation at this moment. Paralyzed with fear—not just of Malcom, but of the sheer fact that I might not be able to save my body. Because behind Malcom stood one man. Not just any man. Agent Fourteen. Maxwell Richter. Before I climbed my way up the ranks in Nova Command, I endured thousands of defeats. I had been thrown off my feet so many times by masochism, cruelty, and power struggles that I knew exactly when to admit defeat.

A part of her wanted to ask but the majority of her is holding her back, she knows what it means but she doesn't want to confirm it. And 800 million? What kind of insane people would place that kind of prize? "As you know, our team has been playing this game for 2 years. This will be the 3rd time that we'll get to participate this huge event. And our team never loose." Mace carried on explaining to them. You see, their team has been playing this kind of game for more than a year. And throughout those years, they remained on top, the untouchable and undefeatable. Others may say that it's because of their personal skills or dirty gameplay, but boy they're so wrong.