Aerith Novelas e Histórias

Emily Warner “Okay can you at least tell me your name? You’ve been living here for a day now and you have been on that WRETCHED LAPTOP the entire time. See, I am tired and hungry, also I need to shower and change my clothes. Please!!” I yell as I look at him typing away on the laptop, paying me no heed. This hot jerk.

“You sure she is the one? I mean you could be mistaken or something…” “I swear Dennis, I wish I was mistaken…I didn’t want to believe it myself but I could not have been mistaken when I both perceived the scent and felt the bond. But I must reject her…that is my only option.” “You know what that means? Rejecting your mate bond…” “Of course I fuvking know what it means! I, more than anyone does!” Arthur snapped. He could read Dennis’s mind like a book. Yes, it was only a matter of weeks before he turned thirty-five. The age where his fate and the curse placed on him will be decided. Still, he was never going to accept the mate bond between him and a human.

They light up every single nerve ending in my body, but in a good way. But I just don’t know him. Not really. I know of him. Kenton Clearwater, the insanely hot, 6ft 3in tall hockey player who has black hair and bright leaf green eyes. He plays center for the Northport Warriors, and is to be the future Alpha of the Artemis pack once his father steps down, or… is removed from his position through death. What is it that Axel wanted me to seek Kenton out for? I can’t help but wonder. What exactly do you know?

Vega added. " Have you seen the First founder?" Amaria inquired. " No one has come in contact with the First Founder, so I'm not sure." Vega responded. "Jareth, Evera and I will look for more clues; you guys should return," Vega said. "No, we want to help," Amaria said, folding her arms. "I think you should go back, your friend doesn't look too well,"Jareth said, pointing to Teresa. Her skin had turned completely pale, and she could barely stand.

Peter asks. “The cryogenics.” Ingoran’s voice is distraught. “Can you check it out? But carefully.” “I’ll go,” I say, already heading toward the chamber. I hit the manual control button, and the door slides open. I can see a crack in the ceiling where several loose objects are already rising due to the escaping air. Beth is conscious but still restrained in her capsule. She looks at me, her eyes wide with alarm. I can see that the fracture in the superstructure is widening. Attaching myself to the airlock hatch with a cord from a pod, I inch my way across to Beth’s cocoon. Every instinct screams at me to turn back to the safety of the bridge.

The sun was warm and shining brightly in the blue sky. Athena sat on her heels, a smile gracing her plush lips, her scarlet hair down and cascading across her back. She wore a white summer dress that fluttered in the light breeze, her sun-kissed skin glowing. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid my eyes upon.

An amused voice asked. “Gómez.” I felt the air get stuck in my chest. “Ah... you do remember my voice, so romantic...” “What do you want?” I asked trying to sound cool. "I have a message for you, Hardy,” he said mockingly. "Send it by FedEx,” I growled my answer, Abbie looking at me curious. "Listen, you fucking moron, I told you Arthur Ward wasn't clean wheat, although I didn't think he'd be able to sell his own granddaughter to a nut."

"I optimized the grading curve! It was statistically unfair!" Kai is thirteen too, but he looks... ephemeral. His bio-luminescence is bright today, flashing blue with his agitation. He’s hovering—literally floating—three inches off the couch. "And Aria?" I ask, walking in and kicking off my heels. "In the cloud," Alex says from the kitchen, pouring wine. "She's been deep-diving for six hours. She says she found a new cluster of nebulas in the data stream." Aria is fourteen. She’s beautiful, terrifying, and mostly silent. She communicates in packet bursts of pure thought.

Aria sat at her metal desk in the sub-basement, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. The air in the archives was stagnant, despite the industrial fans humming in the corners. It was August 21st. The humid, heavy heat of a New York summer didn’t reach this far underground, but she could feel the weight of it in the silence. It was her twenty-fourth birthday.

The signal ori‍gin‍ate‌d less than‌ a mile from Preston’s last k‍nown proper‍ty. I open the file. A sequenc‍e of numbers scrolls ac⁠ross the screen—familiar. 7-12-19-01. I blink. I‌t tak‍es me a se‍con‍d to‍ plac‌e it.‍ Aria’s birth⁠day. For a momen‌t I ca⁠n’t breathe. She sent this. She had to.