Armin Arlert Fanart Novels & Stories

I wanted to cover them, but Marcel wouldn’t allow it… I believed that it was his own way of showing the claim he was having over me. “So,” she murmured. “You and my son have been… active… it seems.” Heat crept up my neck, but I didn’t look away. I refused to. “I don’t have the makeup to cover it up. I am embarrassed walking around with the marks, but Alpha Marcel seems to enjoy seeing them, and even if I wanted to, I have no way of trying to cover it.” She nodded, and I could see her chewing the inside of her mouth as she clearly debated on how to respond to what I just said.

His expression was blank as his charcoal eyes assessed his surroundings. "Well, we tried to help at least before things went sideways. My name is Lir, and I am the Commander and leader of this rebellion. We have come to assist you with the fight against the Dark Queen. And by the looks of it, we have made it in time. If you don't trust my word or Apollo's, you need only ask Nesrin," "Unfortunately, that won't be possible. She had many secrets she could not share with us when she returned," Erik cut in; I could feel his eyes press into me as he paused.

her best friend calls her attention. She reverses her eyes with a smile on Erikka. “Yes?” “This is Ranold, I met him a few times already and he makes drinks up to its price! Ranold, this is Ara, the sweetest and only best friend I always mention to you.” “Nice to meet you,” smiles Ronald. “Likewise,” Ara smiled back politely.

Letting the paint come together the way it wants. I spin around and throw my hands up. I paint the face that's emerging on the canvas. My paint forms a face that's the subject of my secret infatuation. Bastian in a blue dress shirt with two buttons undone. I rock and wiggle to the music. When the song ends, I hear clapping behind me. I yelp and spin around. Pressing pause on my phone. Bastian is smiling, sitting on the arm of one of my armchairs. "That was good."

“I would stand back if you’re going to watch. We are starting soon.” “I’m Ren’s assistant,” I tell him. He looks visibly surprised, tugging his glove off his hand to shake mine. He looks boyishly handsome. He has shimmering blonde hair that glows under the midday sunlight. No wonder the girls have been gushing. Especially with his warm brown eyes. “Oh, nice to meet you. I’m Nik, I’m the manager of this lot,” he tells me, motioning over his shoulder at the others who seem unfazed at my presence.

I shot him a glare. “Hi, nice to meet you. I’m Dennis, his best friend and of course the Beta of the pack. Let’s get along well. And oh, don’t you worry too much about Arthur here, he can be a pain in the neck sometimes but he is cool, trust me…” Dennis stepped forward and extended his hand to her. She glared at his hand for a while but took it, much to my surprise. “Eleanor.” She added after taking his hand.

, Arthit's voice was cold and the nurse nodded her head and closed the door of his cabin. Arthit sat down on his seat and tore the seal of the envelope. He took out the papers and read them carefully. There were mischievous glints in his eyes that were reflecting his hidden BEASTLY agendas. His side lips curve up while staring down at her picture. The intensity of his black eyes was drinking each feature of hers. "BEAUTY", a whisper came out of his mouth. ~Name: Darika Saran. ~Age: 18 years old.

There are no traces of faults in his gestures and mannerisms while he is speaking. The parents of the female youngling are extremely hostile to him, and Athea can't look at him as if she is the guilty one. Despite the hesitation, she refuses the claim at the end and says she was forced and had no intention of accepting him as her guardian male while hiding in the embrace of her mother. I know she is lying, but there is no supporting evidence or witnesses that the male youngling did not break into the female youngling's room, and all the witnesses claim that Arvad was a stalker and was allegedly caught skipping on taking the rut suppressant.

I went straight to gallery and sat next to Armin before showing him each photos with one swipe. “Isn't this one adorable?” I asked. It was a photo of Tentin placing a hand on my shoulder, his mouth puckered towards my cheek. I looked up at Armin only to see than he looked quite frozen up. “Babe,” I said placing a hand on his pale cheek, “What's wrong?” Armin inhaled deeply, then exhaled but he didn't calm down. His eye colour flashed between white and gray. His wolf was surfacing? It was quite confusing. Wasn't he chill a second ago?

For the first time, I felt truly in it, not just adjacent. Eventually, the collective teasing gaze of the table landed on its favorite target: Arman. Arman was… something else. A foreign exchange student from some northern country, he looked like he’d stepped out of a classical painting. Wavy brown hair, eyes the color of a summer sky, tall with the lean, strong build of a swimmer. He was also quiet, incredibly kind, and intelligent. And every single day, it seemed, someone worked up the courage to confess their feelings to him. He would always refuse with a gentle, polite finality that left no room for argument but also no lasting bitterness.