Novel & Cerita Armin X Mikasa

Ejima breathed in, trying to keep her heart from shooting out of her chest. “Yes, love,” Uche said and Ejima’s brow lifted. Did he just call her love? “That is Ijele, the king of masquerade.” “It’s beautiful,” Amaka added, engrossed by the sight herself. “Finally, our search is over.” Ejima laughed. A sweet bubble was crawling in her stomach, electrifying every part of her body. They had made it, they had finished the long journey. “We should take it and get going before the others come looking.” Amaka laughed but the urgency in her eyes was burning like a renewed sun.

"Last night my personal assistant was caught in a tight spot in the royal chambers. She was about to be assassinated by an unknown assassin when I walked in and stopped it. Fighting him, I realized he is a master of the art of Tai, the oldest and most fierce martial art in the history of werewolves." Gasps came from several angles, bringing in more tension in the members. "Not to worry. The assassin has been injured in the shoulder and should not be able to fight for the time being. With this, I'll urge every member of the pack to report anyone with an injured shoulder", Ryu announced, a smirk on his lips as he gazed at his people. I was about to leave when he reached out to me, asking me to

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.”

He went down to the ring and sat on the chair on the side of the ring. Astra saw him immediately when she returned. She has finished answering the second call. The woman looked at him with disgust. Who wouldn't be disgusted with him, seeing his sitting on the chair? All members of OMARE CORPs were able to practice martial arts and wield various types of weapons for protection against enemies. She is still a capable woman and her physique is very strong. Astra grinned as she walked towards him. When he saw the woman smiling, he quickly stood up and it would have been appropriate for Astra to return to the ring when she speaks.

Dominic: I saw it the moment Marcel stepped into the hall. Not the authority he always carried that. Not the power that was a given. Not the fear that others had when they saw him walking into the room. It was the anger. Sharp. Restrained. The kind that sat just beneath the skin, waiting for the wrong breath to snap it loose. Aria’s fingers tightened around mine as she noticed it too. “He’s furious,” she murmured. “And you know that this can never end well.”

As if he’s able to discern the direction my thoughts have taken, he says, “I’m a transplant—or, well, technically, I’m adopted into the pack since rogues destroyed my pack. Alpha Glendon and Luna Cherice allowed the family that I live with to take me in when I was just a pup and raise me as their own.” “I’m Maxon, by the way,” he says, holding out a dirt and blood-covered hand for me to shake. I glance at it with a raised eyebrow, and then back at him. “Oh, shit,” he says with a chuckle as he pulls his hand pack, dropping it to his side, and then wipes it against the leg of his jeans, which aren’t much cleaner than the hand itself. “It’s fine,” I say with a small chuckle of my own. “And my n

She waved Mikayla over. Mikayla walked over to her slowly. Armani was dressed in a plan black jumpsuit and a wide-rimmed white hat with white flowers on the side. She looked as chic as ever. Her exotic skin glowed from her spa session. "Hello," she greeted when she got close to her. "Hi, what are you doing here?" "I'm waiting for my friend, Anna. You know her. She's my partner at the hospital." Armani nodded. "We have a spa session scheduled."

A daughter? “Your daughter?” I echoed. “Maybe I can help you find her.” I spoke casually, but inwardly, I was willing to do anything for anyone connected to Rose. Mika’s face brightened with surprise. “Really? I… I don’t know what to say. Thank you.” She paused, as if gathering her thoughts. “Armin and I were separated when she was just a baby. I barely remember what she looks like now, but… when she was born, she had a crescent-shaped birthmark on her back. Her eyes were light brown, just like her father’s.”

I asked. “Don't get too close with Tentin, he's tricky. Very tricky.” Armin had seen photos I took with Tentin and somehow, he didn't seem too cool with it even though he said otherwise. I put that in mind. “Okay, my love.” Armin raised an eyebrow and looked at me suspiciously. “Why are you suddenly being so submissive?” I grinned. After hearing Mickel speak so highly of Armin, I suddenly grew more respect for him and wanted to take really good care of him.

He ran passed the Horc and blocked the hands from reaching Amaria. “ Alright, let's get Amaria out of there fast, Elex, ” Teresa said, Elex glanced at her and nodded. He ran passed the Horc but it noticed and tried smashing him but the hybrid blocked it. Elex was surprised by his sharp reflexes, he couldn't have deflected such, ' No time to feel ashamed, saving Amaria is our priority, ' he thought. He ran toward Amaria, carried her bridal style and ran back. He placed Amaria on the ground,