Armin Eat Bertholdt Novels & Stories

The fight is over. The crowd goes silent, the shock controlling the crowd before I hear a voice filled with pride and love boom, "Woohoo Armina, knew you could do it" Aiden claps loudly, before several hesitant claps join him. "Winner, Armina Carter" as more people join in the applause. One who joins hesitantly is Alpha Leon, Serena's brother as he stares at me darkly, a slow clap of obligation.

“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

More specifically about what she has to do with Henry Cambert. "Amara, that reporter is outside." Arman announced. She's at her room planning on what to wear for tonight. Henry Cambert invited her on a date tonight, and she's planning on making everything work on her favor. Bartholomew Carter is becoming of a nuisance than help. He's chasing the fame that came with the intense reports he did because of her. Now that she's no longer giving him any information, Amara thinks that Carter feels forced to chase lead by himself. The problem is, he's chasing a lead that will cause her a huge problem.

Arman stepped out of his car, the wind ruffling his artificial blonde curls, "Aaaaah, Rosetta Verona." Rosetta brows went up, "So you're now buddies with him?" "Uhuh and who's the pretty friend?" "Get your eyes away from her." Rosetta snarled, "She's taken." Milena walked towards them nonchalantly. "My bad" Arman shrugged, taking his eyes away, "oh we got another addition, Percy my friend." He gestured to the last car as a young man, slightly older than them, stepped out of his car, followed by... Luna?

I immediately dashed to the scene and ripped them away from each other. Armin's lips were stained with red lipstick while the blonde bitch looked fairly satisfied even with her smeared mouth. “At least now I can rest easy knowing that I took a leap of faith and at least got to know what your lips taste like.” She said with a smile. “You bitch,” I snapped, about to strangle the fuck out of her but Armin held me back and said in a monotone, “Go back to Germany. I'll take this as though it never happened,” He said, wiping his mouth.

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 – ”