Aviva Wild Kratts Novels & Stories

"It's okay I guess." "To new friends," Melissa says. Raises her glass toward me and Ava. We drink. Even the kids with their traded juice boxes. The meal unfolds in easy waves. Marcus asks Ava about preschool. She launches into an explanation of her classmate who "cries at everything even happy things which is weird but also nice." Tommy nods like this makes perfect sense. Shows Ava his favorite dinosaur—a T-Rex clutched in one hand. "This is Reginald. He has a cape because dinosaurs need accessories."

he responds as a true future Gamma. Ava snorts, "nothing's happening on my watch," she throws the boomarang and my eyes follow it, it snatches a squirl off a tree limb high in a tree and returns to Ava with the squirl still on it. She plucks the squirl off by the scruff of it's neck and giggles at it, "poor thing dazed now aren't you," she lays it on the ground and after a few seconds it shakes it head and runs towards the forest.

“You all know she was abducted by the triplets, right? For eavesdropping on them when they were out on a mission.” Mission? She calls that a mission? So now it’s called a mission when you go out killing people? “What a random street girl!” Ava shouted as the other girls in the room started whispering among themselves. What is all this? I just want to go home, eat chips, and watch a movie with Susan. Oh, how I miss those days—when I was still with Susan, when my parents were still alive. “How can a random street girl join the Wild Cats and be the best?” one of the girls beside Ava said.

Aviva secretly sulked and glared at Warrick before scurrying away. Warrick is a sheep. No... A beast in a beast form. If Aviva dared to hesitate for a few seconds, she knew Warrick might capture her and turn into a beast. Aviva looked up with teary eyes while having the urge to cry. Had she known this person would end up persistently wrapped around her neck, she would never have approached him that night. If only Aviva can, Aviva won't hesitate to turn back time. Unfortunately... It could be said that Aviva lost from all sides. Not only can Aviva avoid Warrick, but she can't even flirt with other men. She is really pitiful.

Soon they were both blindfolded and being led through the house, Kris carefully directing the two most important people in his life so that they didn’t trip or bump into something. Ava took in a deep breath when they made it through the porch doors. “We’re going to the gardens? Is there a pinata?” She perked up. “Or pin the tail on the donkey?” Brooke was quick to add. “I prefer a pinata, Brooke, I really hope there’s one.” Ava murmured with seriousness, already licking her lips in anticipation of candy. Her eagerness was making Kris start to wish that he had gotten a pinata for his adorable girlfriend instead.

Patrick nodded to his Boss and turned his smiling mien to the lady wrapped only with a bath towel, unsure if she was wearing anything or none at all beneath the soft fabric of a snow-white towel. “Well, with your complexion, I suggest we create colorful flowers to cover the scars since they seemed to be rounded in shape and smaller than a penny. They would like wild and lonely but would also represent how survivors they can be to exist in places they were not expected to be.” Patrick continued to explain. But Mavie blurted.

Holt entered, surveyed the destruction, then immediately turned around and left. A wise woman. Ava sat cross-legged on the floor helping construct a bridge made entirely from couch cushions. Meanwhile Adrian crawled halfway into the blanket fort attempting to save imaginary wildlife. If someone had shown her this scene three years ago, she would not have believed it. Not because Adrian disliked Emma. Because he never would have made time for this. Not consistently. Not without distraction. Now? He was fully invested in rescuing a stuffed giraffe. Life really was strange. Eventually the mission concluded successfully.

"Here? Left alone? At thirteen?" Ava nodded, her eyes avoiding his. "Yes. I had a Brazilian Consulate birth certificate with me, but who knows how authentic that really is?" Carver clenched his fist under the table, a rush of emotions whirling inside him. The urge to protect her, to fix what had been broken in her life, was overpowering. "Ava, if you're interested, I could have some people look into your background. Verify your birth certificate, maybe find more information about your family?"

He says before leaving me with a group of young adults looking up. I follow their gaze and almost immediately, my face shows up on the screen along with some information about me. Name: AVA COLLINS Age: 21 Crimes: Mass Murder, Arson, Kidnapping etc Qualities: Pro in weaponry, Skillful, Has Anger issues, Dangerous and conniving nature. Grade: A* Well, I guess I know why that woman was asking so many questions. Everyone seems shocked apart from the dangerous clique. They just seem impressed. After a while, Everyone goes back to whatever they were doing and the girl Rhea walks up to me wearing black workout clothes.

I can barely breathe, I’m filled with so much dread and excitement at the same time. ‘Boys…my name is Ava Green. I’m a Doctor,’ I hear movement in the den before me and I close my eyes, holding back my tears. Fighting to stay strong and keep my voice steady. ‘Boys...can you come out to me? We’ve got food and water…’ I bite my bottom lip, ‘I’ve got a Ankylosaurus in my bag…I’ll show him to you?’