Ang From Avatar Novels & Stories

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.

"Then it's my turn, Hope Balder, brother of the legend Elizabeth, Avatar of rank E, but evaluated with a potential of rank D, I am a hero and probably the strongest in physical power here. With me, victory is assured!" He looked proudly at his audience, most looking annoyed. "What a good talker... I am Cid, but for you all it's Barron, I don't have time to say anything about me or my power, whatever will come to me, I'll crush it." They looked at him while sighing, Eryl amused. "I think it's good like this. Then it's only left you, Sir Carper." "... I know, I am Anesidora, Dora for 4 people but Mister Carper for the others, E-Rank Avatar... Shaman."

Valerie said. “Well, I might not have an ability yet, but I'm still a werewolf with superhuman strength and speed,” Angela replied, her eyes glowing bright blue, her claws elongating, and her fangs growing longer. Anima stared at the two of them silently from a distance, her face etched with anger. She suddenly felt another presence behind her. She quickly leaned to the left, and the spear Valerie created flew past her neck and burrowed halfway into the ground in front of her.

Angeline thought to herself. Virgil scoffed and felt disrespected when Thalia left. He then diverted his attention to the couple. "How about you two? Who are you?" He asks Airo and Angeline. Staring at them as if they are dirt. Angeline smirked and was about to lose her cool, but Airo took charge of the conversation. He extended his hand, "I'm Airo Vaughn. This is my wife, Angeline Vaughn, she's Godfrey Ripley's daughter," he declared.

Today, Angela is deliberately absent from work. He resided near the place where the Virendra subsidiary company would be auctioned. He is now in a taxi in a formal dress with a beard rolled into one. He also wears clear glasses. All the disguises to cover himself. He is sure there will also be members of Virendra's family there. Angela has also brought all her savings. He was determined to have that subsidiary. IAO Production, which is a subsidiary of Virendra,

She decided not to mind them and started to type away on her computer. About ten minutes later, the door opened and Angela walked in, her head held high. Ava's stomach twisted into knots and she knew she was in for another drama. Angela made her way straight to Ava's table and flopped down on the seat opposite Ava. " Hi darling " She said in a sweet voice and a fake smile. Ava sighed " What do you want, Angela? " She asked impatiently. " Well, I'll get straight to the point, " Angela replied and crossed one leg over the other " I saw something interesting and I thought of sharing it with you "

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the

I stood up, following my mate. “So, Zane...” Angie called my name, and I almost tripped on my own feet. Angela D´Angelo was a scary woman, and honestly, I admire the human who is her boyfriend, the one she is certain is her mate. “Yes,” I said in a timid voice. I was not used to being around many people, and even less to being surrounded by temperamental wolves.

He asked. Rio rubbed his forehead then sighed heavily. "I shouldn't have come here" he said. "You absolutely should have" I snapped. My arms folded across my chest. "You don't get to say something insane and then leave" I said. Rio's jaw tightened. I could tell he wanted to walk away but none of us were allowing that. His gaze landed on me and for a brief moment, nobody spoke then he finally exhaled. "Amarok is a rogue Alpha." "We know that," Fay said.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m