Armin Armin Novels & Stories

I turned back towards the front of the ship, fumbling to change the clip – BLAM. My left bicep burned like a flare had erupted inside my flesh. I roared in pain and flattened against the wall. Armin appeared just around the corner, thirty feet away, aiming a big-ass rifle with some kind of a scope on it. “Drop it or you’re dead,” he yelled. Shit. “I mean it!” he shouted. I dropped the AR-15 on the deck. He started walking towards me. “Your sidearm – drop that too, and slowly – ”

Fake concern maybe. “I am Arthur Murray. The curse mean nothing to me.” He said stubbornly. “Arthur…” I called his name. My tone was soft and warm. He looked down to meet my gaze. “Whatever it is your decision is, just know I am here with you and by your side okay?”

Without thinking twice, Archer strangled his neck, he was about to hit him when I stopped him and whispered into his ear “If you do this what will the pack think of you” He glanced at me and released him. “Ryker, I am ready to compete with you… I will make sure you lose to me” Archer said, gazing at him. “Oh. Then let's see," he muttered. We all went to the elder's place, we met the leader of the eldest whose name is Fridolf, he stared at them both for some minutes before speaking. “Ryker, since you insist you want to compete with Archer then you can but I surely know that you are gonna lose this battle because Archer is stronger than you,” Elder Fridolf said and he was furious.

His name is Armin Hosseini, who seemed to be eager to meet Damien already. Damien did a quick background check on Armin. It turned out the man was no common criminal. He was Harvard-educated and highly intelligent, which means Damien had to tread carefully around him. "Damien Sky, it's an honor," Armin Hosseini flashed him a pleasant grin. He was almost as tall as Damien with pitch-black hair and full-faced beard. His smile was deceivingly friendly. Who knows what kind of devil hid behind it, Damien thought.

The man wearing his silver suits entered. "My name is Nicolai, that's my english name. We've just arrived from Korea. I'm with my friend. Sorry he felt sick." "Oh, I'm sorry to heard that. What's his name Sir?" The lady in front asked again. "He's name is Owen, Owen Cruz. Can you please help me to send him to his room? His really sick." Nicolai asked for help.

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.

Doctor Calvin patted his back softly before walking away. “Th…thank you doctor” he stuttered before rushing towards the ward while trying not to draw attention to himself

The encrypted phone was in the drawer. I dialed the only contact that mattered now. Armin. Armin was a specialist in disappearances. He created new identities, new passports, new lives. He charged a lot, but he delivered what he promised. I had met him years ago at a charity event in Vienna — he was one of the anonymous sponsors, a man who lived in the shadows as I now needed to live. He answered on the second ring. “Lena.” His voice was deep, measured. There was no surprise. Armin was never surprised by anything. “I heard the news. I assume this isn’t a social call.”

As my gaze turned to him, I realized that he looked flustered and was covering his nose, so I sniffed myself as I let go of his hand, trying to figure out the problem: "Do I stink? What's with your reaction?" He lowered his gaze and kneeled on the cushion before me while blushing. "I'm sorry, Arhi," he muttered in a low voice before clearing his throat and saying, "Your pheromones are still lingering in the room," while looking back at me with hesitation. "It's hard to stay cool." My mind blanked out as my thoughts ran wild when I realized the difference in pronunciation used when he said my name. I was speechless. I was already suspicious of his true identity, but I couldn't force myself to

shouted the Emperor. Under the table, Aranjo could hear the door open and the footsteps of several people entering the room. Aranjo's own heart was pounding very fast and his palms were wet with sweat. Her own femininity pulsed wildly at the thought of what she would do at this moment. The ministers began to speak, but Aranjo did not seem to understand their language, her attention was drawn to the manhood that was already standing so upright behind the King's pants, which was right in front of her.