Novel & Cerita Arknights Theresa

She sought out Theresa, Thane's younger sister, whose bright smile and compassionate eyes would bring warmth to Thane's struggling heart. River found Theresa in the gardens, surrounded by vibrant blooms that mirrored her radiant spirit. "Theresa, Thane needs you," River said, her voice urgent. Theresa's expression turned concerned, her brow furrowing. "What's happening?" she asked, her voice laced with worry. River shared Thane's struggles, and Theresa's face lit with determination. "I'll help him," she vowed, her voice firm. Together, River and Theresa approached Thane's chambers. Zara, Thane's loyal maid, stood guard outside.

she said, not looking away from Thomas. “Thomas. A vampire elder.” “Who is this girl with the flaxen hair?” Thomas said. Tessa nearly swooned. “I’m thinking she’s your mate,” Xavier said. “Her name is Tessa.” Thea had started a group therapy thing years ago. She used her magic to feel into traumatized brains while the therapist was leading the therapy. She’d calm the traumatized areas and boost the happy, confident, feeling-safe areas.

he assured, “happier than your life here.” Theresa suddenly approached Jeremiah from his behind, “What an arrogant little slave!” she yelled as her hand began to emit dark bolts. It came from the ring given by King Edgar Brownfur. “Jeremiah, watch out!” Jayden pulled Jeremiah closer to him and quickly summoned his rune sword. He chopped off Theresa’s hand before she threw the dark bolts at Jeremiah. The Queen of Green Garden was screaming in pain, holding her stumped hand. “AHHHHHHH!” “Theresa what are you doing? How dare you try to kill my soulmate!” Jayden yelled at her with anger.

Aeron chuckled dragging up a nearby chair and sitting on it backward, we cant! Thanis growled she didn't desert the host she was drafted and ascended into the Seraphim Guard, she's the Seraphim of Mercy now and she's mated too, are you serious? dude thats huge! Ezera cried who is she mated to? The Seraphim of Justice he answered she even has his mark on her neck and their wings even match his are silver and hers is gold you should have seen her today she looked so badass she took down all of the King of hells army total cleansing

The angry edge to his voice was also unmistakable. She mustered courage and slowly turned around to face him, her hand still on the door handle behind her. "You are not the boss of me, Lycidas, you don't own me yet...and perhaps, you won't," she said, trying to steady her shaky voice in order not to give away how nervous she was, since he had proven to be good at reading her. "So until you publicly claim me as yours, I still have my rights to choose to be with whoever I deem fit...and, the name is Theresa, not Resa." She retorted defiantly, turned, yanked the door open, and stalked out of the house.

My friend stumbled backward, and I raised my hands to support her, but Thes quickly regained her balance. "What do you mean, flirt? Who are you?!" Klari shouted and pushed Thes again. I winced. It's challenging to restrain Thes when she gets like this, especially knowing what she recently found out about the woman in front of us. "I am Therese Catalina Rivanez." Thes stepped forward and grabbed Klari's arm. "And don't you ever forget my name, b*tch!" my friend yelled as she yanked Klari's hair with both hands.

-- [Next Day, Teresa's Hotel] Teresa switched hotels. She left the former one cos of Kira's issue, and she's only just settling down in this new one. The only thing holding her down in this country is Massimo's life. Once she takes it in three days, she'd leave the country and abandon Kira's madness behind here. She ran a deeper check on her already, and she found out Kira is actually lesbian. A psychotic lesbian through and through. That gave her the answers she needed about her sudden clinginess.

Looking up at the ceiling, she says with a proud smirk, "My name is quite famous in Ironvale City already. My claws do not need an offered opportunity from a client." Theresa keeps her jaw completely silent because her career truly does need such a giant chance on the ice. She absolutely loves to design hockey gear. "Okay. My hands will give both of these big orders to Theresa’s desk then," I say, passing the customers’ sheets straight into Theresa’s paws. "Work your claws hard on these drafts." "But, Lyra—" Theresa bites her lip, not thinking the arrangement is appropriate for the shop. Her hands couldn't occupy both of the best clients. After all, my name had already provided her career wi