Cross Chara Novels & Stories

So that was how his character (Arithia) started his new life in Astera. After they hear the explanation from Hikari about his character, they all understand and accepted it. So Hikari was thinking that everything that he needs to do is just creating a weapon for the character. Neu draws his character was holding a weapon, So Hikari does not need to draw a weapon for Neu's character. There was a weapon that Hikari take from the game that he said and there was a weapon design that he created by himself.

Of course, Lauren choose the second option as any reasonable person will do the same God "So you choose the second option, good". Suddenly a screen appears in front of Lauren, he looks at the screen and realize that he can make his body the way he wants it to be, seeing this he becomes happy and start shaping his body, he chooses a slender muscular body with a little tan skin but not too much, he set his age at 18, height 6 feet, red eyes, black hair and made his little brother 9 inches, after that there was a section of starter pokemon he browse through it and select Chimchar because he really liked it final evolution and its blaze ability, after he finishes designing everything he looked a

Even though the atmosphere was awkward, Kenan still carried out his responsibility as a good lover for me. We were both silent until the atmosphere of our night journey was quiet without any conversation. Arriving at Clarisa's house, the party atmosphere was already busy. Kenan and I walked separately when we entered Clarisa's house. Kenan walked towards his group of friends, as well as me who joined my friends. I tried to get acquainted with some friends from other classes that I didn't really know before. "My name is Kei. Who are you?" "I'm Charlotte. Pleased to meet you."

A single tear slips down Chara’s cheek, unchecked and not caught in time. “I vow to give you everything I have left. Every breath. Every good morning. Every last drop of my fight. I vow to never let you wonder if you were enough, because you are… you always were. You’re the reason I don’t regret staying. Even if I have to go.” “I, Chara… take you, Mason,” she says, voice trembling but steady, “in sickness, in health, in madness, and in memory. For whatever time we have. And even after.”

no other character in my story has defeated them. I feel they are alive even though I can't reach them. huhu💔💔💔💔 seee you💋💋💋💋💋

So naturally, Charioce was instantly furious that he was about to go mad. He could not help recalling the scene of his Tribulation Crossing last time. That was a narrow escape. If he had not been careful, he would have become a charred corpse on the ground by now. But he had to experience the Tribulation Crossing again now, combined with both his and Alex’s overall strength. “B*stard, do you know that you’re digging your own grave?”

I'll get the neighbor to ship it to all of you. Caroline tapped on the photo after reading Liora's text. Her smile froze instantly when she saw the charm. Meanwhile, Axel and Tyler were looking at the photo as well. Their mouths twitched when they saw it. Tyler: [Thank you! You're pretty amazing, huh?] Liora sent a proud emoticon. [I'm great, aren't I? Praise me!] Tyler sent a rolling eyes emoticon. [It will be good if this charm doesn't draw in ghosts for me. How can it keep me safe?]

she added, burying her face in her chest. Charlene looked at Ashina when she did not reply, “Answer me, Ashina. You will fight this. You will be healed. You will live a life longer than the person who has lived the longest on earth. You will be an amazing mother and grandmother,” tears started falling from her eyes. Charlene buried her face in her sister’s chest, not wanting to look at her with such eyes.

After a moment, a soft chuckle escaped her lips. “Can you believe it, Zachary Simon?” She turned toward him, a faintly surprised smile spreading across her face. “We actually have something in common.” Zachary simply stared at her. For once, he had no immediate response. “But don't get the wrong idea.” The warmth in her expression disappeared almost as quickly as it had appeared. Her drunken smile faded, replaced by the familiar coldness of the Conti heiress. “That doesn't mean we're becoming friends.” She straightened, though the movement nearly made her lose her balance.

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