Armin Pfp Novels & Stories

Paine asked and I glared at him while the guard chuckled. “Oh, it's Armin, Armin Arlet!” He said and I frowned. “You were named after the armin Arlet? From attack on titans?” I asked and he Nodded. “Well, He's a distant relative!” Woah, that was cool! Awesome even! But I couldn't let it show, appearing Weak was a big no no. “So, what's your relationship status and…” “That's not important now!” I glared at Paine before facing Armin.

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.

“I would stand back if you’re going to watch. We are starting soon.” “I’m Ren’s assistant,” I tell him. He looks visibly surprised, tugging his glove off his hand to shake mine. He looks boyishly handsome. He has shimmering blonde hair that glows under the midday sunlight. No wonder the girls have been gushing. Especially with his warm brown eyes. “Oh, nice to meet you. I’m Nik, I’m the manager of this lot,” he tells me, motioning over his shoulder at the others who seem unfazed at my presence.

Eloise made me sit beside her, but when I turned back to the people that had caused my panic attack, there was a slight disdain on every face. “Where is Arman?” Dr. Eloise asked. “I’m here.” I heard his voice before I saw his face. I heard light travels faster than sound, but Arman had to know physics, because he made sure the sound went first. His voice sounded like finely brewed scotch. Handmade. Potent. But looks? Arman looked like the camera was invented just for him. He had jet-black hair and jade eyes. He wore a casual two-piece that screamed ‘comfort first,’ but nothing about his looks was casual. This Arman person was handsome… and hot!.

But my wolf wouldn’t allow it. “Then follow up to that reputation of yours and end this.” I said, glaring at him. “You and I both know that I can.” He said casually. “I am choosing not to for one reason, which you, just like me, feel.” Even in the dark, he was unmistakable. Power rolled off him in suffocating waves, Alpha dominance honed into something sharp and merciless. This was the man sent to end conflicts the world didn’t want named. The fighter who wiped out rogue camps and never asked questions afterward.

"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."

She's always been a fire, she can burn up anytime, but I'm not, I can't strip myself of my feelings like she does and let others see them clearly. "Just call me Amin." The man who called himself "Ming" spoke again, his smile still soft on his face and showing no signs of stiffening. Without waiting for me to answer, he continued in that odd accent, "I'm sorry Jack didn't tell you I was coming. But I'll be leaving later, so you don't have to be too formal." Armin's Mandarin was a bit of a struggle to speak, but he tried very hard to get the words out, one word at a time, and despite the ineffectiveness, he exuded a certain sense of cuteness that was the polar opposite of his appearance.

“That piece of shit Arman is back. He’s been stalking Priya and sending her messages. I spent the last twenty-four hours playing nurse because she was literally collapsing from the stress and a fever, and then I found out the bastard was sitting in a café in her neighbourhood. I chased him halfway across the city, but he slipped into the subway. If I had caught him, Massimo, I swear to God, I would have ended it right there on the pavement.” I leaned against the wall, listening to the fury in his voice. It mirrored the fire burning in my own gut. “Arman? The guy from her past? I thought we handled him.” “So did I,” Karl spat as he clenched his hands into fists on his lap. “But he’s like a co

The school I graduated from 2 years ago. Armani is the elder twin and is a pretty tall lass, Light skinned like his mother with a black hair although he is on low cuts and has brown eyes. He has a flair for Basketball and isn’t the brightest in ‘Government’ I suspect he is more of a Science Student because he obviously loves Calculus.

Believe me, Hanin's nature wasn't as cool as her face. Arjeno: actually I made a new friend, just one. But he's a fun person, his name is Marcus. Arjeno: I told him I already had a girlfriend, and he was curious to see you. Hanin: it would be nice if I had friends too Hanin: Then did you show me a picture? Hanin hopes Arjeno doesn't show her picture to the young man's new friend. Although it looks haughty, but actually Hanin is very shy. She even feels embarrassed if her photo is seen by others, so she does not like to take pictures, if not forced.