Novel & Cerita Avatar Watches

Dana said. Violet watched her with a blank gaze. There was a note of bitterness in her tone, that she masked excellently behind her fake smile. Dana's armor was solid with no breakthrough before but ever since Violet's visit to those dungeon guards, she noticed small subtle changes in Dana. As if she was barely restraining her unhinged tendencies behind the facade.

No POV: "Look at her, gorgeously wrapped in my arms. What say, Abhi?" Darsh caught Ava as she closed her eyes helplessly. Abhi gripped the phone, staring at the screen. Priti and Virin turned their faces away, unable to bear Ava's state. Darsh tilted the phone, capturing his moments as he pulled Ava closer, cuddling her. She tried to cover her exposed chest with weak movements, but he only adjusted the angle, capturing more of her. He looked at the camera, nuzzling into her skin.

Victor POV I have been staring at the screen for what feels like forever. I am the Beta of a pack but my Alpha turned me into a spy to protect his wife's business. I am watching the live feed from the secret cameras Lucian ordered to be installed in the garage. He is determined to catch whoever is sabotaging Luna's business and that's why I am here, stuck in this surveillance van parked two blocks away, watching grainy footage of an empty parking lot at eleven PM.

he muttered, rising from his chair. He poured himself a glass of whiskey, the amber liquid catching the light as he swirled it thoughtfully. If Linda wanted to talk, he would let her—on his terms. As he stood by the window, gazing out at the city lights, his thoughts drifted back to Ava. He didn’t know how long it would take to earn her trust again, but he was willing to try. Back at Ava’s apartment, the watcher adjusted his position, his sharp eyes fixed on the building. He hadn’t been given details about why the woman was important—only that his boss, Alexander, had ordered her protection.

RAYMOND POV “Looking at myself in the mirror as I tie my wristwatch, I know Vivian is too emotional to play this kind of game with, but I need the good side of her.” I adjust my white shirt, leaving the top button undone, the silver necklace resting against my skin. I don’t usually care about details like this, but tonight, I need everything to be right. As I step out of the closet, I have no plans to say anything to Ava. She’s been keeping to herself lately, and that works for me most tonight. If she’s minding her business, I’ll mind mine.

AVA I have experienced betrayal. Kidnapping. Gas chambers. Death threats. Nothing chilled me more than seeing my own face blink on a screen, flawless, soulless, and spreading. "She is not real," I kept repeating. But the world did not care about reality. It cared about persuading. Julian stated that the avatar had already emerged on two ancient security camera networks in Berlin and Moscow, depicting shadow images of me roaming streets I had never visited. Genesis was not only replacing me physically. He was reinventing my past.

“You lost that right.” Adrian stepped closer, slowly and his hand lifted, like he wanted to touch her but then he stopped, his eyes narrowed, confused.“…What is that?” Ava didn’t move. Adrian looked down and small red dots were on his chest. His heartbeat picked up as he looked around instinctively. Ava spoke calmly,“Damien has men watching me.” “Watching you? And you're still with him?” Adrian asked surprised “It’s for my safety, they are protecting me from you…if you touch me…” she continued, her voice steady, almost proud, “…they’ll shoot.”

Dante’s POV All my life, I’ve known there was evil in me. Something twisted. Vile. And all it took was getting my heart broken for the world to know it too. **** “Please, Riven,” I whispered softly, like I was afraid I would fall apart if even a gust of wind blew past me. I could feel my heart breaking with every step as he slowly backed away from me. “Please, don’t do this.” Big blue eyes stared back on a familiar face but somehow it felt like I was looking at a stranger. His dark hair was packed in a rough bun and his tan skin seemed to glow under the light of the setting sun that rolled in from the only window in the room.

He simply let the screen go dark. Moments later, it vibrated again. Another call. This time, he didn’t look. He placed the phone face down on the table, his expression returning to calm detachment. Across the city, Ava sat on the edge of her bed, her world far quieter. She held a small velvet box in her hands, her fingers brushing lightly over the surface before she opened it. Inside rested a sleek, elegant watch, its polished silver catching the light. A soft smile touched her lips as she imagined it on Noah’s wrist.

It rang twice before it was answered. “Sir?” “I need someone watched,” I said quietly. A pause. “Who?” “Ava Ross.” “Level of surveillance?” I stared out at the city, voice steady. “Full.” “Discreet?” “Completely. I don’t want this traced back to me.” “Understood.” The line went dead. I slipped the phone into my pocket and turned back toward the desk. For a moment, I said nothing, I just stood there. Then my gaze fell on a printed photo from the gala, already circulating among press previews.