A2 Nier Novels & Stories

About the size of a fingernail. Nico leaned forward, eyes narrowing instantly. There was no physical reaction from him, but inside he was a mess. Nero didn’t move, not immediately. For a heartbeat, he just stared at it, his expression unreadable. Then slowly, like something dangerous awakening, a smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth—but there was no humor in it. “That,” Nico said quietly, “looks like…” “It is,” Nero confirmed in a low, measured voice. “The chip.”

his voice jerked me back to reality. "hmm can I get your order"I said trying to sound confident, his voice sent me to planet zecury,I don't even know if it exists. "Two pot pies and one smoothie" he said back, with his eyes fixed on me. For the first time I saw genuine admiration and not the usual look of lust I was used to.

Lucy commented, "you really are a slut, aren't you, Jan?" Janine looked up at the other girl as she began to unzip her pants. "Yes," she said, "but it's okay 'cause I'm gonna get fucked." She stood up on her car seat to peel her pants down her legs. It was not easy trying to balance and she had to use one hand on the seatback to stay upright while she worked the spray-on slacks down her legs with the other. Naked apart from her shoes, she sat back down on the seat.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

He blinked and his eyes showered his cheeks. " Give me water, " Ace head snaps towards the voice, Asher stands beside the fridge that he can't reach. He looks towards where Oren was standing. Where did he go? " Why are you crying?" Asher asks and looks at Ace, who was trying to wipe all of his tears. " onions, " Ace says and Asher shrugs and points at the fridge. " I want water, " He says again. Ace gets the bottle out of the fridge and pour a glass for him.

Ace mumbled making me giggle. shaking my head at him I walk towards his room. "what movie do you have in mind?" I asked him softly "I don't know just pick anything I don't mind." Ace replied before walking towards his bed. nodding my head, I scrolled through N*****x before stopping at Warrior Nun. "is this ok?" I asked before looking at Ace. only to find him shirtless, his head titled up as he tried catching his breath. "Ace?, is everything ok?" I asked softly walking towards him.

I gritted my teeth, ready to curse it out, but the shameless thing merely chuckled before disappearing. --- "Get out." Nerien's cold voice made me flinch. I slowly looked up at him before my gaze drifted to his hands. He was calmly sharpening a dagger. His crimson eyes never left my face. Host! Nerien's killing intent has reached 95%! Immediate danger detected! Current Survival Rate: 0.5%! Host must escape in... 5... I immediately tried to stand, but the moment I put weight on my injured ankle, my legs gave out.

As the vision comes, my eyes seem to slowly close, and as I’m surrounded by back a small stream of light breaks through the opening of my eyelids. As my eyes open, the bodies and the blood that surround me are confronting. All my friends are being slaughter, I look around the clearing and see Ash fight beside Aaron, they both seem to be protecting each other’s back. I scan the rest of the clearing to see Lyrica fighting beside Cooper, but she keeps glancing at him like there might be something wrong with him, but she doesn’t let this stop her from throwing sand and swinging her sword in every direction she can. I see some of Riley’s fighters fighting with the equipment that they grab this mo

With wide eyes, she looks up at mine, searching and probing. “You’re a Nero?” she asks in a breath. I nod, but realize that those listening can’t see it. “My name is Nova Ainsley. I grew up on Korpillion. I worked for Horne Energy, but for lunars before I escaped the planet, I was making illegal Neron weapons.” “The weapons maker?” Arden asks, and I can tell, her mind is reeling from all of the revelations.

The warehouse still smelled like antiseptic and burnt circuits when the alert came in. Niko was the first to see it. He’d been feeding our fresh Medusa‑signature into simulation environments for hours, watching it gnaw through Godmode‑like architectures with cold, surgical precision. Now, one of his side windows flashed red. “New A2 spike,” he said, straightening. “Live. External.” My head was still pounding, but I pushed myself upright. “Where?” I asked.