Avatar Bitter Work Novels & Stories

"You'd be worse than this if you had." I groan, rub my face in my hands at something else I have no clue about and don't really want to find out. "Yeahhh," She laughs. "Let's have that conversation when you're feeling a bit less like a corpse." Pushing the existential crises aside, I press further. "Are you bonded?" Valentine's expression turns horrified. "Absolutely not, bitch. I'm a Beta." The relief in her voice is extraordinary. "Thank fuck." The last of my magic drink goes down the wrong hole and I choke.

In my head I was thinking, this couldn't possibly be. Then an odour from a werewolf appeared from the hallway but Alpha Nate still refused to break up from me. “Alpha Nate?” It was beta Boaz by the door and he seemed really bothered about something. But most importantly, he reeked. I wondered what made him smell that way. “Next time you want to give a report to me, take a shower.” Alpha Nate said and turned away from me. Beta Boaz took a deep bow, “I'm sorry Alpha, I just got back from my fitness training.”

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Being with this Alpha must be ten times better than being stuck with Gamma Price. I have to make this work. No matter what.

“It’s Anita. She’s working with him again.” Ava’s eyes darkened. Hendra’s arrogance — reaching out to investors before even securing the scripts — disgusted her. But if Anita was involved, she wasn’t worried. Anita was predictable, greedy, and easy to handle. “Got it,” Ava murmured coldly, scrolling through the hateful comments still flooding in online. [Ava is really shameless.] [Why hasn’t anyone dug up her personal info yet? I’m dying to see who she really is.] [She stole a dead girl’s work! God will punish her!]

But try not to be a burden, I don't want any of us to die. As expected, an avatar is always trouble. My biggest fear is that he's actually incompetent and might die, a hero doesn't let people die, don't make it hard for me! We entered the rift and surprisingly it was easier than expected. The rift was a swamp with a few reptilians, I did a number of them, what a spectacle! If only people could see that. The other guy stayed behind and started shooting purple mist at the monsters, is this some kind of magic? The monsters became slower so I guess it was a debuff. An avatar debuffer? Interesting, I hadn't thought about it but it's actually a good support for my power. We defeated the boss and w

Before she could respond, I asked her again. “Is Abhinav still working here?” I asked her not sure if he was as it had been more than ten months since I had seen them. “Yes ma’am he is…” She replied with confusion. “Then club sandwich is good here and get him a virgin mojito with it…” I ordered knowing what he cooks best and Mr. Bhatt gave me a knowing smile. “Sure…” She noted it all and went back in. “Feeling okay?” Mr. Bhatt asked staring back at me still smiling.

I smiled at all of them about to walk away to get another drink and wait for my friend to arrive. “Does the owner know you drink on the job, flirt and throw yourself at guys for tips?” Mr. Judgmental questions. ‘Listen here you mutt don’t you ever assume shit about me’, that is what I wanted to say but I reel in my mouth just this once. “Actually I am off work now, I turned 21 today. I don’t need to get drunk, throw myself at anyone or flirt to earn tips. I am good at my job and these dogs here know I am off limits. They like me so they tip me because of my cheery demeanor. Now if you don’t mind I will leave you and your pack of wolves to yourselves. Stay safe.” All the snickering of the guy

The fat chef stopped at the entrance and began cursing. The two ran through hidden paths, laughing and munching the cakes. They had finally gotten along. "I told you," Vikram boasted. "That was crazy." Dale stopped on noticing the loud noise coming from the other street and she grew anxious, rushing towards the area. She was eager for more fun. She found a long line of shops arranged in rolls with a rusty roof. The sellers were married men. "This is the abattoir, I used to work here. These men are greedy ones. They never pay fully. I and some other boys would wash their stalls and instead of a pull pay they would pay half and chase us all away, I think we should go the other way.