Ash Greninja Fan Art Mga Nobela at Kwento

She quickly goes to Nimura to look at the result. Neu tries to stop Ageru but it seems like he were too late for it, Ageru opens the door and asks Nimura "Hey, can I take a look at it." When Nimura saw Ageru was there, He quickly hides his art from them and says "You do not need to look at it, I'm really bad at this kind of thing. It's kinda embarrassing ya know?" Ageru doesn't think that it was bad because from what did she know, Neu and Hikari were great at drawing so maybe Nimura same as them. Nimura keeps telling Ageru that it was bad. Even with that, Ageru says to Nimura that she still wants to see it.

All the characters, places and contents of this story is solely based on my imagination, any resemblance to respective elements, is a mere coincidence. To connect to me, do ping me on I*******m as agni_aastha❤ for the character sketches and aesthetics, do connect to me. Shanaya: Witnessing the endless bickering of Amara and Azeil, made me wonder and gave a constant breeze of nostalgia inside my head. How me and Emir used to argue

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.

Every detail seemed to radiate a sense of otherworldly allure, leaving me spellbound in the girl's presence. “Hi.” She said in smiles. “Didn't see you there.” “Aurora is the name.” “Hi, I'm Gwen.” I shook her hands in admiration. It was so cool to know she could control the direction of the wind. “You're very pretty.” She complimented me, smiling. “You’re prettier.” I replied blushing. “Don't try to be modest, you're the prettiest thing I've ever seen.” “Why does his taste have to be so rich?.” “Why is he so perfect?.” She lamented. We both laughed.