Novel & Cerita Cunning

Antoine was not sure why Brian was telling him all that but he definitely got curious to know more although he could not deny getting awkward and feeling weird at the same time. Brian continued with what he was saying but stopped tapping his head, “You know I am done being a person doing nothing and following rules or getting held up like some hostage. I am man of action… I like ACTION” Brain said ‘ACTION’ in intense manner making Antoine uneasy. Brian’s actions were speaking out loud that he was up to something and that something will not be good for Antoine. “You have been in action too my friend… Don’t you?” Brian asked Antoine. Brian’s voice was calm and composed but his eyes were tellin

Now I was in a pretty dark place, behind the stage "Now smile and walk gracefully to the middle of the stage!" I wasn't smiling and I wasn't walking gracefully. I dragged myself to the middle of the stage and saw a bunch of men with tux screaming and whistling. "This is one of the best girl we got today gentlemen!" Said the men. "Her name is Bambi Sivan. She is only 17 years old and... the best thing about her is that she is still a virgin!!! She is the first virgin that we got here in the past 5 months." That guy yelled and people started screaming their prices.

Blood ran from the weeping sores on his cheeks. "A girl has more courage than sense," the one who had named himself Jaben H'wan observed. Celandine edged backward away from the wagon. When she felt the hand on her shoulder, she whirled, bringing up her stick sword again, but it was only the Tarber. "What are you doing?" He raised his hands defensively. "Seller said none of us should go near those three." "They don't scare me," Celandine said. "Then you're stupid. They scare me." The Tarber's hand fell to the hilt of his sword, and Rorge began to laugh. "Let's get away from them."

Catherine felt like Lyra had really become the beautiful spirit of the forest that embodies beauty, strength, independence, wisdom, longingness, and loneliness. Their moves was like of a bamboo that gracefully sways with the wind but stays firm on the land. They were that waters that flows with direction, the leaves that swiftly flies yet gently lands. They were that lines that defined the portrait, the colors that highlighted the painting. Breath-taking, spine-chilling, and outstanding.

Even prehistoric humans did better than this, and they didn't have all these advantages. As they moved through the forest, Will kept pondering on why the Goblins hunted this way, he also considered different ways to approach the hunt. He didn't have any previous hunting experience, everything Will knew he had learned from movies or school. The Goblins had obvious advantages that humans didn't have, the first was their size. They could move stealthily through the forest without making a sound, yet these Goblins stomped around not caring about the noise. Despite their size, they were also strong, they could grow bulging muscles. Chief was a good example of this, his muscles were very dispropor

Well, they used the tunnels," Jai said. Immediately after he said it, his eyes widened and a look crossed his face that told me he hadn't meant to. "Tunnels?" I asked. "Yeah," Daniel said enthusiastically. "There's tunnels that run throughout the castle. They were meant for the maids and butlers to be able to get somewhere quickly. But the catch was that they could hear through the walls because they're so thin. They'd be walking past someone's room and hear them doing the dirty or walk past an office and hear business deals going on. That's why Cain's office is in the tower, there aren't any tunnels that run up there. Also, did you know that that's actually where the expression 'maids know

A stage. Giovanni’s voice was deliberate, slow. “But you are not good in combat. You never were. If you want to win, you must be smarter. Precise. Nothing like the child’s play you’ve been indulging in. Fire and tantrums will not break her. Strategy will.” He finally turned his gaze toward me, his eyes ancient, unreadable. “Be clever, Adelina. Or you will lose.” The words hung in the air, heavy, final.

"I won't let them harm us." Aunt Cleo's voice sliced through the air like a warning bell, her words laced with urgency and gravity. "Aqua, you need to grasp the true threat of the coven. They're not just ordinary casters. Each possesses unique abilities, ranging from unnaturally swift regeneration and inhuman strength to the sinister power to manipulate creatures and even people, turning them into spies. Some even boast of an unnerving form of immortality, extending their lives far beyond the natural order. And worst of all, they have the terrifying capability to absorb the powers of other casters."

I had thought to myself, and like she could read my mind, her lips curled up in a sly manner. "That's good, because they won't see you coming." Channelling my strength to my legs, I pushed them forward, ignoring the snickers behind me. As she predicted, they didn't see the need to take the hunt seriously. "Hey, runt. Make this easy for yourself and come to me." Someone taunted. "You wish." Another mocked. "The runt is mine." I recalled another of her lessons. "One of the most petty ways to unnerve your opponent is dissing. Don't fall for it."

But calculating too fast to stay passive. Ready for the next move.