Armin Eat Bertholdt Novels & Stories

“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

’ Earlier he had returned the Range Rover to the garage of Blackwood Towers and Armina had commandeered the vintage Alfa Romeo Sprite she regarded as her own. The fragrance of cooking wafted from the kitchens. Karen’s mouth watered. She had eaten nothing but a sandwich all day, and a buffet-car one at that, There had been no time to think about food, Tony sweeping her away with his enthusiasms and his passion, but now she was ravenous. A darkly smouldering Italian waiter sauntered across, smiling down at Armina then checking Karen out. ‘Two Pimms and a Pils lager, please, Mario,’ Armina purred, laying a hand on his arm with lazy intimacy. ‘How are you, sweetie? Haven't seen you for ages. We

Armin sighed and took another spoonful of salad. “I'm so useless; how could I let you face danger like that?” Armin sighed, his face sad. I was annoyed. “You were poisoned; it couldn't be helped. Even Tentin couldn't have done anything in that situation—” “—Excuse me,” He cut in, “You were the one who insisted I take Armin to safety. I could've to beat the weird-ass blonde.” “Even so, you would've died of poison because you're not immune to poison like me.”

She said, and I smiled, taking a step back to look at myself in the mirror. I fixed up the small broche that was in my hair, it was a scorpion one, and ensured that my jewelry was adjusted properly before taking a step back just as I heard Arturo walking inside the room. Seeing him, the stylist, hairdresser, and makeup artists walked out of the room, leaving us alone. I turned around to look at him and he smiled, crossing his arms over his chest as he held a small blue bag in his hand.

The woman was forced to comply, sat back down but continued to avoid Erna's gaze. "So this is Erna?" Karl pointed Erna, then his finger stopped at Alec. "And you …" The man immediately extended his hand to Karl. “Alec. Alec Berthold. "Berthold?" Karl shook Alec's hand, laughing softly. “Wow, it's been a long time since I heard of the Berthold surname. Is Pierre Berthold still alive?" Alec's pupils briefly enlarged, before returning to their original size. "Yes, he is."

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 – ”