Novel & Cerita Ang From Avatar

Ito ay isang babaeng may mukhang perpekto, ngunit ang kanyang mga mata ay walang buhay. ​"Welcome back, Black Family," sabi ng hologram. "Ako si Gaia, ang AI na nilikha mula sa natitirang code ni Dr. Vane at ng mga Keepers. Salamat sa inyong pagbabalik. Ang 'Key' (Alexander) ay sa wakas ay nasa aking kontrol na."

“She killed him.” “Mom, what are you doing?!” Rhydian’s voice rose sharply. Angora scoffed. “I’m not your mother,” she said, without a trace of softness. “Your mother has been dead for almost twenty years. I’m only a doppelganger who wore her face.” Rhydian stared at her, his expression completely blank. “Ask your stupid mate if you don’t believe me,” Angora said. Rhydian turned slowly and their eyes met. The expression on Aurelian’s face, the way it was holding something very still and very heavy, answered before he could open his mouth.

Vance had also brought his team of 70 hunters. Several eyes were stuck on Lieutenant Grisha and Secretary Alia and their bulky mounts. Grisha was sitting gracefully on a White Wolf whereas Alia was riding a gray bear. Both of their mounts had a majestic appearance. Vance was also riding a 3 meters tall Komodo Dragon. For the shorter distances, mounts were practically useless since humans with activated chakra could already run at the same speed. However, owning a mount was also a luxury inside the glitch, it also represented power and strength.

I take a deep breathe slowly, wishing someone would join us and I don’t have to feel this atmosphere alone. ……………. Now there are 8 of us sitting here. Introduced each other and a little jokes to crack the stranger’s feelings among us. I saw that guy in front of me, he is Ivan, seems humble and nice, not kind of overbearing person- just like the first guy I met here-. Then the guy at the edge of this table, Arthur, he’s the tiniest in comparison to the other guy here. He has fair skin with knee-length shorts and wearing glasses, well he looks casual even though he was the one who said that maybe we have to consider re-schedule the meeting due the rain hasn’t stopped in his place. For that rea

Opening her luggage, she pulled out a colourful box of candies. She knelt down to meet Angela's eye level. "You must be Angela! I brought these for you!" Angela gladly took it with a bright grin. "Thank you so much!" Jordan pulled the girl's squishy marshmallow cheeks. "Aww, such a cutie-patootie!" "I am your Aunt, Jordan Micheals but you can call me Jo!" "Okay! Aunt Jo." Angela said in her honey-like voice. Jordan was smitten by the child's cuteness, she must have gotten it from Evan. Angela's facial features paralleled Halton's, making her look like the mini female version of himself.

Angela saw Joram, one of the youngest henchmen of her dad. "Ms. Angela, good morning." Joram bowed to greet her. He was about to walk away when she grabbed his arm. "Where are you going?" Angela asked playfully as she leans her body towards him. "I have to complete my rounds, Ms. Angela. I have to go." Joram is obviously trying to stay calm and professional, but Angela's flirtatious acts are hard to resist. With her flawless olive skin and almond eyes, she can make any man tremble with lust.

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”

He can see her beautiful pointed virgin breasts and her tiny waist giving her the shape of an African goddess. “Nathan! Hello..” Angela waves at Nathan trying to make him zoom out of wherever he’s lost in. “Hey! sorry, you’re done? Umm…can I get you a glass of wine?” “Yes thank you.” “Viper, this is my wife Angela.” “Angy, Viper one of my boys.” “Nice meeting you Mrs. Williams Always at your service.” “Thank you.” [smiles and sit down next to Nathan] “Sir you have a beautiful wife.” [Viper can’t stop staring at Angela.

A slim girl with a faded sixpack between her sports bra and blue leggings is wiping post-workout sweat from her hair ends with a towel draped over her shoulders and briefly staring at the camera. "And finally, No. 1! The man is said to be the future grim reaper for the underground world after the legendary hero Fusen. The only trainee who has ever cleared a King-level mission since Airburst was founded, alias: Angus!" A lad with a supermodel physique and a short ponytail sits and drinks mineral water, ignoring the camera. His constantly emitted hostility creates a barrier that neither the cameramen nor Marika dare to approach. Ravyn asked her friend after she clearly noticed Kanji's panic wh

"We're in this together, Ava. We'll rebuild, not just this floor, but everything else that's been broken." Back upstairs, the tension in the room was noticeable. Ava, sensing the need for a moment of human connections, walked determinedly over to where Carver was hunched over his desk, engrossed in his work. Without a word, she gently pushed him away from the desk and wrapped her arms around him. Carver's initial reaction was to tense, the unexpected embrace momentarily catching him off guard. "Shhh, just let it be easy," Ava whispered softly.