Armin Eat Bertholdt Novels & Stories

I snapped back and we were almost at each other's throat till Armin came between us. “It's okay, alright? Let's just get out of the risky perimeters, remember, if we get caught, it's not only my head that would be on a platter!” He said and I ignored both of them, leading my way towards my room. Given the fact that it was top mobsters who occupied that part of the annex, everywhere was silent. “Wow, you guys place is beautiful!” Armin complimented and I rolled eyes. Is he indirectly trying to mock us because only The ballisters fountain is made of gold?

His loud laugh has his belly tingling, his shiny tailored suit looking uncomfortably tight. “Beautiful and sassy! No wonder he wants you all for himself.” “Don’t mind him.” Arawn’s voice rumbles through the room as he closes the door behind him. “He is so full of himself that if he moves too much, he risks bursting.” The sleazy man laughs again, its thundering tone bouncing from the walls. “This is Bernhard, Amber.” Arawn states and sits down at the table behind me. “The minister of entertainment.” Bernhard laughs, spreading his arms wide.

Arman held her tightly from her arms and jerked her forward so her elbows were pressed in his chest, spoke in a slow but sharp voice, 'kuch din de raha hun, is rishte ko jitna jaldi qubool karsakti ho utna tumhare liye behtar hai, Verna baad Mai mujhe kuch mat kehna', (I'm giving you some days, think about it, accept this relationship as fast as you can, or else be prepared for the consequences) He left her arms and again grabbed her waist, bent down to her collar bone, And kissed the til, Noor's breathe hitched, she quickly jerked herself away, and surprisingly she succeeded this time, threw Arman a glance filled with disgust and made her way out of the kitchen, muttering a small besharam o

Beth smiled warmly at me, and said, “You don’t deserve my son, and so you gotta leave him.” Arman shook his head, and hissed, “No, you can’t say that to her. She’s mine now!” Beth glanced at him, “What did you do to her, Arman?!”

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.

I honestly thought I saw Dante, but it wouldn’t be the first time I am imagining it. Serena then clears her throat. “Now, before we get into this with this Bratva boss, I need to know if you’re ready for this. From what I know, he’s a stubborn piece of work.” She says, walking over to me and handing me a wine glass. Thank God she’s changing the subject. “I know,” I say with a chuckle, “Arman reminds me of Dante in a way, but I have a feeling we’re going to clash a lot, especially if he thinks I’m trying to reclaim my territory.”

"Searchers, ready yourselves. This is it. Planet HPSAE is approaching." Magtatanong pa sana ako tungkol sa ipinangalan nila sa planeta, pero pinili ko na lamang ayusin ang sarili ko. Ang pangit naman kasi. Pwede namang Armstrong, Einstein, o kaya ay apelyido ng isang sikat na artista, HPSAE pa talaga. Ano ang pinaikli no'n? Hapsey?

“If you care about him, Armin, do something. Make this right.” Armin’s jaw clenched, and he reached out, gripping Bjorn’s hand as if to ground himself. “I will,” he promised, his voice cold and resolute. “I’ll make sure he gets the care he deserves.” He glanced at Andrine, and for the first time, his eyes held a spark of determination. “And I’ll make sure everyone who failed him pays.” -----------

“Father, it’s just between us, but I never thought that Max can’t be this handsome. He looks like a prince from the fairytale.” All he can do is sneered, “My Dear Daughter, do not let yourself be deceived by the outer looks.” “I understand, Father.” Looking at her dumbstruck expression, Armano shook his head, “I’m not sure. Now, are you ready to go?” As an answer, she nodded and held Armano’s arm tightly. She let exhale deeply before shifted her gaze to her surrounding. So many familiar faces smiling at her. From Baron and Havana Ambrose, Chef Adrian, to the people from Icicle Town like Desmond, Helga, Gregorio, and even Chris. Callisto is nowhere to be found.

to row back to the shore, something happened beneath them. The boat began to rock vigorously. Startled, the twins grabbed the edge of the boat and looked at each other with scared, wide eyes. "What's going on? Todd!" Emily cried. As the swamp Waters around them began to wave back and forth Emily let go of the boat sides and flung her arms around her brother. Todd kept a firm grip on the sides of the boat and looked around bewildered. "I don't know Emily!" He grabbed a hold of his sister as a large grey claw grabbed the boat and lifted it slowly out of the water. The twins shrieked in fear. Five skinny, long fingers covered in what appeared to be boils had a hold of them. They sat very stil