Novel & Cerita Armin X Eren

Couldn’t I have found a better excuse? Erden fakes back a smile, hardly able to hide the fact that he is not at all convinced. Thankfully, Eren appears in the salon and his face lits up on seeing Erden. "Sir, sir!" He cries out excitedly and runs to him. Erden eyes widen on looking at my son who is sneaking in between his legs. “What the hell did you do to him!” He gasps. “It’s her.” I correct with a grin. Eren gives me an accomplice wink before he begins tossing his wig over his shoulder. "I'm Erena." He tells Erden, flipping his false hair.

He screamed miserably, "Stop, stop! Please spare me, I was wrong!" Valerie punched him a few more times before finally stopping. She looked at him and asked, "So now, are you going to cooperate?" Eren cried with a pitiful face and said, "Y-Yes! My name is Eren Kirstein, nickname Swift Shadow, an unofficial disciple of Thunder Sect." Eric shouted, "I don't care who you are! What were you trying to do, sneaking onto Mount Lourneau in the middle of the night?" Eren shrank back and replied, "I was gathering intel. And I figured I would try my luck and see if I could kidnap the Lloyd family's Dragon Prince."

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.”

His presence filled the doorway like something difficult to move around. His eyes swept the room once. Then landed on Adrien. And then— Elena. A flicker of something unreadable passed through his gaze. Interest. Recognition. Calculation. “D’Angelo,” he greeted, voice rough. “Soren.” No warmth. No hostility. Just acknowledgment. Soren took his seat without waiting to be invited. One player on the board. — The second arrived ten minutes later. Khaled Arman. Sharp suit. Sharper eyes.

"No, not really. But I think his name was Eren." ###########

*** -The year 2045 in the garden behind the Hope building- “Hello Professor Alex. Am I bothering you?" said Captain Arnold as he approached Professor Alex who was sitting alone on a park bench. "No Captain. What is it?" asked Professor Alex. Captain Arnold also sat next to Professor Alex. "How's Eren?" asked Captain Arnold, lighting a cigarette. "Last I heard from him, Eren said he had told Doctor Rin as the creator of the S virus to stop her project," replied Professor Alex. “Hmm, then did it work?” asked Captain Arnold.

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

"I've witnessed my sister's attraction for Arden Gunner, who's always hostile when it comes to her. Though I believe that because she's too young—just eighteen—and Arden's too serious, maybe he didn't consider her at first.” Erina was so curious about Arena that she ended up looking at Erikson seriously, her eyes never leaving him. "What’s so great about Arden Gunner?" Erina couldn’t help but ask it out loud, which made Erikson’s lips curl in a smirk.

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?

“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.