Azriel Acotar Mga Nobela at Kwento

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."

Antonio was dying and he needed someone strong to take over his empire and who better than a kid he found on the streets in Italy that was heading down a wrong path. I changed my name legally once I was back to the state I no longer wanted anything to do with Isla Martago’s name so I became Avery Cole. The door opened and Luciano stood there with his hands behind his back. His timing is fucking impeccable. I stood on my feet and took long strides toward him. “It’s all there. You were right he’s been doing more than watching her,” Luciano hands me the folder and I quickly open it and grab the photos and flip through them. My jaw clutches tightly.

For some reason that did not matter at all, I think my attraction towards the descendants of Eve was reduced when my memories came back. Anyways, I think I'm ready, looking at my status board that changed quite significantly. Name: Azriel Iliac (Eleceed) - F-tier Strength: Unmeasurable Agility: 5*000";';'!$($ Luck: 1*";";393000 Defense: 5*503039';_;4_;_ Intelligence: 1384;_&;!$"(3939 Immunity: _!138$($($2!2??)/39

I couldn't help but to laugh. "Apologize to the Luna." "You big oaf, let go of me! "Apologize!" Aaron glared at Christian. "Sorry, Luna. . .I'm sorry for poking you! Now please tell your mate to get his fat self off of me." "I'm not fat you idiot." Aaron pushed him away, and Christian slammed into the wall. "Asshole! You didn't have to slam me to the wall." Aaron sat next to me again, and ignored his Beta.

VICTORIA I kept staring a second longer until a folder was placed on my lap. “Read through the agreements so you know if everything’s okay,” Mr. Dante whispered, and I snapped out of it, realizing the meeting had already started. From our side, in the dark, I watched the signs on the screen while the interpreter relayed them to Lorenzo. He said he apologized for not attending. “I wasn’t expecting you. I was expecting your father. Patriarch Dmitri Brona is the one I’ve always made deals with,” Lorenzo shot back without a shred of respect.

Zadkiel hummed in response and nodded his head in understanding. “You're man, what's his name again?” Allen asked feigning a nonchalant expression on his face. But deep inside he was freaking nervous. “Arkael Mitchel Casimiro...” Zadkiel blurted out proudly. “The newly appointed CEO of the AMC hotel...” Allen murmured strangely squinting his green eyes. Zadkiel nodded with a smile. “Yes, he is...” He added and gazed at his lover affectionately.

Anyone who didn’t know better would think she belonged at my side. I almost scoffed. “Careful,” Aria said under her breath. “You don’t need another storm of rumors tonight. You already had enough the last time, and they are not going to simply ignore what you did or forget.” “You expect me to care, Aria?” “I expect you to follow protocol, Marcel.” She said, looking me in the eye. I wanted to argue, but chose not to… I knew that she was right. I exhaled slowly and allowed Elara to take her place beside me, but I made sure there was space between us. Not enough to be noticed openly. Enough to be felt.

That was when the back door swung open. Azriel walked in, his tank top plastered to his chest with sweat, his hair damp and pushed back from his forehead. He didn't look at me. He went straight to the refrigerator, pulled out a water bottle, and downed half of it in one go. I peeled my banana and pretended he was wallpaper. Then he set the bottle down, grabbed the back of his tank top and pulled it over his head, tossing it onto the counter. My throat went dry. With how he was dressed, my best guess would be that he just came back from a run.

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“Y-You are Eli?” Elder Lucriel stared at Azrael and uttered, “You had her eyes…” he paused and stood up from his chair, “What is your name?” he continued while walking towards us and stopped in front of Azrael. Elder Fana also walked towards us and Azrael stood up, “My name is Azrael Shepherd,”