Novel & Cerita Armin Fanart

Leon raised Owen face and wipe the tears on his eyes as he said. "Once we get married, there's no running away, no hiding, and most especially... No more ARCANUM.." He landed a sweet kiss on Owen's lips when the one he only love nodded his head. ~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~ Author wants to thank those readers who never stopped reading it until this time. For my editor. And for Lord who never stopped giving me ideas. I love you all!!

Wasn't he chill a second ago? “Armin,” I said, “Babe what's wrong? Should I get a doctor?” Armin shook his head, his eye colour, white. “Don't hang out with Tentin again.” He said with a growl. It was an order and I did not quite like that. I pulled away from his embrace and stood on the bed, glaring at him. “Are you jealous? Why would you stop me from hanging out Tentin? Isn't he like one of your best friends?”

Alpha Darren slammed down his cell phone when he got the report from the bodyguards guarding Diana that she was meeting with Fred. Although they also said that it was an accident, Alpha Darren was still irritated because the main point was Fred, not how they met. "As for the results" Canis stopped her speech when she saw her boss's expression become sour. "I'll come back later." "No Canis, just explain. I want to hear it now." That was how Alpha Darren distracted his mind by keeping himself busy. There was no doubt that right now he really wanted to go to Diana's place and kick Fred's ass. But if he did that, Diana would only hate him and be even more convinced to be on Fred's side.

He sounded very unimpressed and, as usual, bored, "Mr. Minnette had showed me his designs today for one of his clients." I scrunched my eyebrows in confusion, feeling frown lines etch themselves onto my forehead, "I'm sorry but I'm not sure I know who you're speaking of." He sighed in what sounded liked deep frustration, voice turning deeper as he said, "Jaxon Minnette, ring any bells?" Face palming myself due to my stupidity, I quickly said, "Oh, what about his designs?" "He had mentioned that you had helped him with it," Gunnar mused in what sounded like disbelief.

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.