Avatars Library Novels & Stories

I, you got a self governed internet. ".…What are you doing??…". Just as I finished sorting the gold bars that now has filled the entire warehouse, my phone became extremely hot in my pants. Looking at it, I saw pages of web pages opened and close. [Downloading information's…it's quite disturbing in here..looked at my new looks..I made myself and avatar..]. (T.A.S) T.A.S now has made an avatar of himself, he copied the looks of Alf#@$ from Bat%&n.

Tasha sneers and even Naomi gasps. "Tasha, you can't say things like that." Naomi says, turning towards her friend who rolls her eyes. "Fine, sorry, that was too far." Tasha curls her lip and glares at me again. "Just stay away from Abaddon. I'm pretty sure he's my mate, just so you know. I'm the one he comes to when he wants some relief or some fun, other girls have tried to take my place but they never do. You won't be able to either."

" well you see if he wanted to with his current memories of the library he could very well just go there and use the memory cube " " memory what now?" they both said . " memory cube " Jack Said . " yeah what's that ?" Terry asked " exactly" Argust's son supported and half explained " well Let's say it's what keeps the library organised and updated and records the people that enter ".he explained " then it's just like a security system, but how does that help you ?" Terry asked . " well you see when I made the library I left a bit of consciousness in there so it can be flexible so if I where to absorb that ..."

They stared at each other briefly before he said, "as I said before, Ava has been abducted and it happened the night she went to The Fantasy Club. The man who abducted Ava is a Mafia boss. His name is Ace but he is mostly known as Black Scorpion. He is very dangerous and ruthless. When he had first taken Ava, she had found a way to get a phone and contact me. She told me that she had been kidnapped by Ace and was trying to escape from his estate. Before I could ask her a few questions, the line went dead and I figured that she had been caught. I got a search warrant and went to his estate but he had already escaped. I searched thoroughly for her without success. However, I saw her underwear

Now, at twenty-eight, he had a son and daughter of his own—his daughter was named after his sister. "That's good. Every day this pack gets bigger and bigger," as of now, Victor owned a total of five protected sanctuaries across the globe. I had been to each one, however, with Angel needing to be in school, Victor had to go about his traveling alone. It was safer for Angel if she never joined him until she could protect herself. "I want to elope to a private island for a six-month holiday, preferably twice a year," Victor grunted but the joke fell flat considering how much he had grown to love being the Alpha of this pack.

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“And I don’t want your sympathy.” That caught his attention. “I want a position,” Ava continued. “One that makes me untouchable to the people who discarded me. One that gives me protection, visibility, and leverage.” “And in return?” She held his gaze. “In return, you get what you need.” He was quiet for a long time after that. “You’re careful with your words,” Greyson said eventually. “You haven’t still said what that is yet.” “Not here,” Ava replied. “And not without knowing you’re really listening.”

And the color of my skin never hides when I blush so it's always hard. "What's your name?" Now he stood right beside me leaning on the basin and looking down at me. Okay, how the hell was he this tall? I looked like a minor in front of him. This was so unfair. And not to forget his deep baritone voice. It was so smooth just like butter. Ew Arabella really? "Arabella" I replied. He hummed before folding his hands and damn I almost swooned. I accidentally glanced at the tattoo on the back of his left shoulder. It had wings and it between were two initials.

“Uak, come here and count the coins for me. I borrowed ten thousand from that weird guy. What is his name again?” Alaric eyes widened. Was she low-key dissing him? “His name.. To be honest Master, I don't remember but I don't think you introduced us. You just said he was an old friend.” “Well, not that his name really matters. Come on, let's talk about more important things.” More important things.. Suddenly, Alaric felt chills on his skin. Violet had expanded her aura through the hallway to ensure no one was listening to her conversation with Uak. She was sending him a message to leave. He smiled as he passed her room, locking eyes with her stern ones.

“I’m Adelina and I’m calling from KlasyRhodes fashion home, Luanda. We need you to create some designs ma. We want to put up a fashion show and we need new unusual foreign designs.” Could she just stop with the madam thing, Chava had cringed one of her fists already; she didn’t like to be addressed with ‘ma’. Luanda? That was an African country and the caller didn’t sound like a regular client. Where did she get her contact from? “OK, my name is Chava or you can call me Miss Ava.” She smiled. “OK mad--sorry, Miss Ava. How much is your rate?” “When is the deadline? And how many designs?”