Armin Gif Novels & Stories

I asked. “It pays well.” Armin walked over to the figure in the chair. “I’ll let the two of you talk before the fun begins,” he said, and pulled the black bag off the man’s head. I saw a shock of pale blond hair. “Sebastian?!” He looked up blearily. “…Lily?” Then he saw who had unmasked him. “…Armin?!” Armin didn’t answer. He just walked out and shut the door behind him. “…what’s going on?” Sebastian asked, his speech slow and dazed.

"I expected you two hours ago. Did the security perimeter give you trouble, or did you just get lost in the filth?" Pim stiffened, her hand hovering over the stun-baton in her coat pocket. "Who are you?" The man swiveled his chair around. His face was a map of exhaustion, his skin translucent and stretched tight over hollow cheekbones. He looked like a corpse that had been reanimated by sheer, caffeinated spite. "A ghost, as you so eloquently put it earlier. My name is Aris. And you are the Minister’s daughters, walking into a tomb."

asked Aranjo as she approached Griffin. 'You can listen to me if I let you!' "Wow ...." exclaimed Aranjo as he jumped to his feet and walked around the Griffin. "You look different than you used to! there are differences!" said Aranjo still staring at Griffin. 'Sure! And you look different too!' "Nice to see you back friend!" said Aranjo who is currently standing in front of Griffin. 'Nice to see you back!' "Can I touch you?" asks Aranjo, she wants to feel the golden feather in her hand.

The student who just rushed in reporting the result of the archery game which she said that their schoolmate won that game. Their schoolmates started cheering out of happiness. That's three gold now. "Let's go home after the closing ceremony." Leon whispered to him. Owen nodded his head while his eyes is still twinkling because of excitement. "Pfft!" He heard Leon trying to control his laughter. "Why?" He pouted. "You look like a 5-years old Owen with that eyes of yours." Leon teased him. Owen blushed in an instant so he averted his eyes and focuses to the crowd that still cheering.

He must have realized by now how ignorant I was to the entire situation. Whoever said ignorance is bliss needed to be slapped silly. Gunnar entered my room, looking a thousand times better than he did when he left this morning. He wore his scowl exactly like he wore his Armani suit, to perfection and with class. Pocketing his fists in his shiny grey slacks, he gave himself the privilege to let his eyes travel down my body. My tank allowed a generous amount of cleavage to show and Gunnar shamelessly gawked at my puppies.

"Did I say something wrong?" "No, no, uhm, let's eat." Amara's face turned red, and when Arman saw it, he burst out into laughter too. They all had a wonderful lunch. After that, Arman went through the board games he purchased. They are both shocked, but at the same time happy that Arman is starting to be more of a kid. Amara is the happiest between the two of them, because now, she's starting to see Arman as someone more than a trained human cockfighter.

I went straight to gallery and sat next to Armin before showing him each photos with one swipe. “Isn't this one adorable?” I asked. It was a photo of Tentin placing a hand on my shoulder, his mouth puckered towards my cheek. I looked up at Armin only to see than he looked quite frozen up. “Babe,” I said placing a hand on his pale cheek, “What's wrong?” Armin inhaled deeply, then exhaled but he didn't calm down. His eye colour flashed between white and gray. His wolf was surfacing? It was quite confusing. Wasn't he chill a second ago?

His head turned to Arman hearing him giggling, he kneeled to Arman's height asking him the reason "what is the reason gentleman?" "Nothing" Arman said shaking his head covering his mouth to stop his laugh. Ansif narrowed his eyes and tickled Arman whose giggle filled the hall, others smiled seeing that. He ruffled Arman's well gelled hair making the latter slap his hand away "You both are obsessed with my hair!" Arman complained. Ansif furrowed at his words " who both?" "You and Simmi Aunty!" Arman said frustrated. Ansif never knew it, his lips curved upwards with an unknowN smile, Others had a knowing smile seeing the blooming smile on Ansif's lips.

My job’s equivalent to working in a chocolate factory. ‘Karen already knows him, don’t you, darling?’ purred Armina, her arm linked with the willowy Jo’s, both women presenting their bodies as near naked as public appearance allowed, in miniskirts and cropped tops. Spike just sat there without speaking, his booted legs crossed in front of him, his neat tush parked on the seat of his mean machine. He wore faded, ragged, obscenely short cutoffs. Only a skimpy vest covered his upper body, and his muscles bulged, matching the impressive himp in his crutch. His pectorals were crowned by erect nipples on an almost hairless chest turned golden brown by the sun.

I haven't been here before. Then I heard a low, guttural growl behind me. Fur rustled. Bones cracked. A monstrous form emerged from the shadows—brown fur and glowing blue eyes. It was Armin. My breath became unsteady. My hands trembled as I tried to crawl away from the cliff. But when I turned, I felt his massive claws slicing through my neck, slightly missing my face. My eyes widened instantly, shocked at what he had just done. I could feel life drained from me as my warm blood flowed down my body.