Novel & Cerita Blade And Soul Female

“The vessel that ‘HE’ created, the one with the perfect body, all of this, all that you think that was the truth, was not. In this void, you are not alone, Daniela.” With the game that turns out to be a life and death puzzle. She touches the blade that she still pints unto her neck. Within a split, second everything is under her control. Her blade turns into a flower petal of the Sakura flower. Just then the flower’s sweet scent engulfs her, all along as it swirls faster around the person she’s seeing as her. “Just who are you.” Taking a precaution, yet somewhat to her heart is whispering not to.

"Well that would be the new candidate for your bodyguard and I wouldn't say she looked like a scared cat. She looked capable to me though." "That would explain why she looked familiar but do you think that woman is the right choice? I mean she looks fragile." "Jake there's nothing fragile about that woman. She has served in the army and has a seal on her file when I researched deeper. She works as a freelancer for security companies so I think you should find a good excuse if you do not like her." " But I was -" I was cut off by the glare she was shooting at me daring me to finish my statement which wasn't going to happen since I didn't want a smack to the head right now.

Cause she had to handle her third trouble which was to calm down her crying son and that was nowhere near easy. Yeah, she was a mother and blessed with a lovely son who was the love of her life, her everything, her son Zayn Abedin. ************** Cold Skin, Drag My Feet On The Tile As I Am Walking Down The Corridor I Know We Haven't Talked In Awhile So I Am Looking For An Open Door ***************** ................... Assalamualaikum Readers... I hope you all liked it... Don't forget to comment and vote...... I love you all...... 

Attraction. Instead, all I saw was someone who didn’t belong in my world. Too plain. Too fragile. Too silent. "No," I said coldly. "I’m not doing this." "Yes," my father replied. "You are. You’ll marry her in two weeks." The girl finally glanced up—just for a second. Her eyes were large, uncertain. Not defiant. Not hopeful. Just… expectant. Like she knew I wouldn’t want her. Like she knew she was being sold.

In her hand - a blade coated with something that glitters. Sliver. Her smile is all venom. "Did you really think I wouldn't come for the Death Mother myself, Cyre?" "Mathilda.." Alessia gasps. "Point of correction, Lessia. It's Luna!"

Now, only power spoke. Gloria knelt first, laying a talon-shaped blade across her knees. Its hilt was carved from bone that pulsed faintly in the darkness, like a heartbeat echoing through the ground. The air grew colder around her, coiling like serpents, and her lips moved without sound. The frost crawling along her skin wasn’t entirely natural; it was the blade calling to her, the spirits whispering their obedience.

"You're just a spoiled little whore playing dress - up. Probably spread your legs for whatever gave you those powers. Disgusting. Filthy girl." Aria froze. And then the woman moved — fast. Blade in hand. Aria hadn't seen where it came from. One second empty, the next she was slashing down in a wide, messy arc aimed right for Aria's chest. But Selene was faster. She caught the woman's wrist mid - swing, cold rushing up her arm like frostbite on contact. The woman screamed as her weapon clattered to the floor. "You really wanna do this?" Selene's voice was ice. "You think just because the world ended, your bitterness gets to be a weapon now?"