Armin Pfp Novels & Stories

Lucas stared at the flyer “This is bad Lucas, very bad” Roman mouthed “You can’t handle them tomorrow Roman, remember you don’t have control either” Lucas reminded him as they began walking towards class, he was right. Roman is trying to keep Sophie and Harley in check but he is forgetting that he himself needs to be kept at bay because he doesn’t have control of his powers too. “We might need to re-strategize then or…” Roman was cut when someone placed two hands on both their shoulders They turned , in front of them was a man of average height with spiky black hair, a whistle around his neck as he was dressed in a white sport short, grey shirt with a black customized school sport jacket. F

She said it would ruin her progress in training. She even met a new guy today, Robby. He works at the bakery and also teaches music at the primary school. He was handsome…not as handsome as Azraiel of course, but handsome in a cute chocolate boy kind of way. He has dark sandy blonde hair and swoon worthy blue eyes...and most importantly, he didn’t make a face when he spotted her drooling over the chocolate truffle pastries.

They light up every single nerve ending in my body, but in a good way. But I just don’t know him. Not really. I know of him. Kenton Clearwater, the insanely hot, 6ft 3in tall hockey player who has black hair and bright leaf green eyes. He plays center for the Northport Warriors, and is to be the future Alpha of the Artemis pack once his father steps down, or… is removed from his position through death. What is it that Axel wanted me to seek Kenton out for? I can’t help but wonder. What exactly do you know?

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 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 – ”

The encrypted phone was in the drawer. I dialed the only contact that mattered now. Armin. Armin was a specialist in disappearances. He created new identities, new passports, new lives. He charged a lot, but he delivered what he promised. I had met him years ago at a charity event in Vienna — he was one of the anonymous sponsors, a man who lived in the shadows as I now needed to live. He answered on the second ring. “Lena.” His voice was deep, measured. There was no surprise. Armin was never surprised by anything. “I heard the news. I assume this isn’t a social call.”

All this time, Aranjo always thought that the demon was her friend, but in reality it was not like that. The friend not only did not defend her, but also imposed such a cruel punishment. "What is he ... is the friend you said helped you out of the fog forest, The Emperor?" asked Ara. Ara remembered, Aranjo once told a friend she met in the fog forest. A demon with silver hair, only the Emperor had such a look in the entire realm. Aranjo nodded and said, "He's not my friend! The name friend does not deserve him!" Aranjo walks back to his parents ' house. She also has memories of her time in the mortal world.

Owen said. He removed his sweater and placed it on the back of his chair. He then brush his hair with his hand. "Whoah! What a beautiful scenery early in the morning. Are you an angel?" Nicolai jokingly said. "Shut up and eat." He said. From being 168 cm. when he was in middle school, he is now 25 years old with the height of 180 cm. Weight of 72kg with a perfect 6 packs of abs. He can tell that he is perfectly handsome now.

By the time she got the connection she needed, Salazar was already one of the world's most famous painters. "Who is that?" She couldn't help myself but laugh when I heard Arman's voice. It's becoming a hobby of his to sneak up on her. "You know what, I will a heart condition with all your sneaking." She messed his hair while laughing. "What? It's not my fault that you're always daydreaming." Arman always talks like an adult than a kid. The way he carries himself with a certain confidence, and the way he looks at people. It was probably from the experience he had at the fighting pit.

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?