Novel & Cerita Dasai #mochi #gundam

Akira suddenly turn opening his backpack, frantically searching for something he brought out a neatly filed paper and hand it to daisy. "Daichi saw this on his hand he woke up to show me this and strangely he could've swore this is the dream he could remember" Daisy heart went frenzy, everything confusing what the hell was going on?a scroll?why a scroll and and old ma?she thought. "I'd a dream last night" This got daisy attention "and when I woke up I saw"Akira roll up his left hand sleeve up and daisy gasp "it was tattooed on me" Daisy stare at the deep dragon scale on his hand shaping to only one person, pointing at only one person.

"Looks like you're stuck here, Dais." "Great."

Author's POV The first day of work, though was filled with drama, wasn't too bad for Moira. She was preoccupied with what was in front of her—the computer, documents, and demo videos on her tablet, which she had placed on the table. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, quickly typing the code she could remember to build the system they wanted her to complete. It was still about "Dash!", a multi-language device system widely used in various countries. According to Dillan, that product was one of the favorites, alongside household appliances based on artificial intelligence systems and, of course... sex dolls.

“Listen, Nya, do you want to see what’s become of the so-called sacrifices or not?” An image of Gavin’s smiling face came to mind, one from before the Dragon Moon where he was claimed by this monster. She narrowed her eyes at him. Nya Gould wasn’t easily frightened. While it crossed her mind she might be crossing into a lair filled with angry, hungry dragons, something about Slate’s mannerisms made her trust him. Of course, that could just be how he tricked his prey into becoming his dinner.

Agent Drake rubbed Agent Martinez on her back when her giggling caused her to cough. “So your daughter loves the boy band BTS!?” The gunman shouted out through his booming Texas drawl, startling Agent Martinez and Agent Drake. The terrorist couldn’t wait to interrupt their conversation. “All the members in that boy band are dead, aren’t they? It is incredible how Counterfeit technology can revive the living. I heard Counterfeit people don’t like it when you call them a machine. Counterfeit people think of themselves as being human, since they can reproduce and have babies and families like us. They’re our creation. You think they might take over the world?” The gunman stared fiercely at Agen

“Your opponent now is me. Dai!” ***

If Cayden and I had just stopped in to say hi, she would have come and given me a hug, but much like my father, she differentiates between her daughter Scarlett and her Alpha Scarlett. “Alpha Scarlett, Beta Cayden. Is everything okay?” She asks, her big green eyes wide with concern and her chocolate brown hair still slightly damp from a shower. It’s like looking into a mirror and seeing my future self. And I’ll tell you, I could do a lot worse. My mother still turns heads and is still a beast on the sparring fields. I’ve never seen her in an actual battle, but I have no doubt she can still kickass.

#ROAD_TO_ABUJA 💦🔞 #FINAL_CHAPTER 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀 🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀🦀 🦀🦀🦀🦀

At lunch break, Takuto casually pulled a small box from his bag and placed it on his desk. Inside, arranged with care, were five exquisite erasers: Pokémon Edition (Pikachu & Charmander) Kamen Rider Embossed Logo Hatsune Miku Concert Commemorative Version And... the legendary Gundam eraser. Miu’s eyes lit up like a magpie spotting treasure. “Whaaat?! Where did you get all these?!” Takuto pushed up his imaginary glasses again, giving her a cold, calculated smile. “You can borrow them. For a price.”