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Her eyes snapped up to mine, they were red once more like they had been when I first met her then her eyes went back to their normal soft brown in an instant. "It's not good. This stone was not built to handle this kind of stress. I'm sorry this was a communication error again I should have told you," Avamarie said sadly. I nodded in agreement. "How much more can it handle?" She sighed heavily. "I made it out of a piece of my soul, so it really depends on how strong it is." "It's made from a piece of your soul?" I said horrified. She nodded wistfully. "God, Avamarie. If I'd known that, I wouldn't have used it at all!"

Charlie smiled calmly as he said, “It is the same principle as how I controlled the vibration. However, this ability is a profound Oskian heritage and culture. It is not something that the Japanese ninjutsu can compare with. So, you don’t need to think too much. Be at ease and go on your way.” The expression on Aota’s face was full of shock and regret. He was shocked that Oskia actually had this kind of heavenly skill and heritage. He was filled with regrets because his life had already come to an end and it would be impossible for him to learn such a heavenly skill. At this time, Aota’s face had already turned black and purple. His eyes stared deeply, as if they were about to burst out of h

CHAPTER FIVE Grrrrrrrrrrrrrr! That was the alarm clock. Ava reached for it blindly and punched it off. She pulled the duvet past her stomach as she sat up and wiped her eyes sore. She walked into the toilet where she urinated, washed her face, and came out again. The alarm clock which was in the drawer close to her bed gave her a beautiful memory. The alarm clock was her twenty-sixth birthday gift. It reminded her of her mom’s elder sister; Aunt Caroline, her favorite relative. She remembered how she had left her home in Puerto Rico and traveled down just to see her after she had been admitted to the hospital. Aunt Caroline had never left her side until the last day she was discharged. They

Lowell got near her first, but he was taken aback when a figure suddenly emerged from the ray of light emitted from the moon. The others suddenly fainted, but I tried to keep myself awake. Lowell did the same. The image looked similar to Ari's, but her hair was jet-black, her eyes were ash-grey, and her body was transparent. She must be the goddess Ayla, who is in her spirit form.

I need to release it to ease the dizziness that I feel. The man wearing a mask suddenly appeared in front of me and the other two beside me and Tania. I pulled Tania closer to me and I told her that everything will be alright for her not to be scared. She holds me tight because she is scared even she tried not to. Maybe she was thinking that they are three and I am only one. One of the guys tried to pull Tania away from me but he failed. Of course, I will never let my queen be dragged by someone away from me. I know Jopher is waiting until midnight for this because he wants Tania, but I will not allow him to hurt her. I will not allow him to get Tania or even touch her. The man who was weari

My eyebrow remained arching at her. "You used to know? Do you even know me in the first place, Rossweisse Valkovich?" I sarcastically laughed. I saw how her eyes widened, "You just knew me by the mask I'm using. The Lazy King. Don't speak and act as if you knew me very well because you don't. YOU DON'T KNOW ME YET. You don't know who I really am. What you know is I'm Rampage Kirk Berlouz, AoE's owner, the laziest King and the most listless Student Council Vice President. That's all." I sassed with full of sarcasm. I took a slow sip on my coffee, creating a sound.

I make a self-satisfied face and brush my hair off my shoulders with one hand. I see Azael with a pool stick in hand, walking towards me, with his particular torn black jeans, a white T-shirt that makes his tattoos show through, and a leather jacket. I approach him, pissed off, shortening the space between us, and several of his friends who look similar to him, look me up and down with mischievous smiles.

"Azriel is a beast, Skylar!" "Azriel is a warrior creature from Otopia, he had quelled all packs in Otopia with his mysterious powers, he isn't stopping there, he had vanquished and whipped out packs from different lands. They said he shifts into a beast but no one had stayed alive to tell the stories and even those who saw what he looked like, their memories were always blurry" Ivan explained.

And in Takuto’s case, that threat had a name. Aoi-chan. The quiet girl with the twin braids and the Hello Kitty backpack. While the rest of the children had been hoarding cookies and sweet buns, Aoi had been playing a different game—hoarding yogurt pouches. Not just any yogurt pouches. The fancy kind. The squeezable, mess-free, ultra-portable kind with cartoon fruit characters and adorable resealable caps. The kind most moms only packed on Fridays or after dentist appointments. Takuto had noticed.

He takes it upon himself to turn it into the perfect figure of elegance— a ballerina. He watches it spiral deeper into despair with warm satisfaction. Aito already has a plan— a roster— for the life of his pet. He already has a list of potential mates that would make the best business partners and raise his family name. His plan is rock solid and already underway, but then…he meets Aronohai Miyamura. One of the only two dominant alphas in Japan. The height of alpha supremacy. The god and idol of every alpha. The only man in the world whose shoes Aito would kneel to kiss.