Deku X Ochaco Novels & Stories

’’ ‘’Just a while ago, a scout from the nest reported an act of defiance… I feel pity for them, so I’m going to dispose them myself. ‘’GAHAHA! You call that pity?’’ ‘’They are not worth the time of Viscor Mukha. I’ll take care of them myself.’’ While the Ant soldiers were approaching the unfinished castle, a man is waiting for them. A beast in blacken hairy skin, he has 6 arms that twitch every second; He is the leader of the arachnid tribe. Kha’xt Pixo- The arachnids are assigned to the construction of the castle of Zuotia, but Kha’xt Pixo isn’t doing any contribution. He despised doing works but taking commands.

“The tree stands as a human being, in other words, it explains the inner self of a person, the part which wants to remain hidden. You must have noticed the strong branches and the frail barks in the body. It means the strong branches are our outer self, that we use in our every day to day lives, to show others. But the barks, they are frail and rotting away, because of all the effort it goes through to hold the branches ahead. We never know, but the fake self that we display to the outside world, often ruins who we are in the inside, so that’s what this means. And the leaves? They just play the part to make it look more triggering.” I nod and turn pages after page. Half the book is taken ov

Three weeks had passed since the fall of the Spire. The outer forest base, once just a hidden network of damp underground bunkers, had transformed into a thriving, bustling sanctuary. Thousands of people had left the concrete walls of Oakhaven to join the Echoes in the green wilderness. Simple wooden cabins were being built among the ancient pine trees, smoke rising peacefully from stone chimneys into the cool afternoon air. There were no cameras here. There were no grey uniforms, no heart-rate monitors, and no Selection Day tests to decide who was worthy of a future.

registered on her bullshit meter. “Fine. But no promises that I’ll be nice.” “None expected.” Deke grinned, those indigo eyes sparkling with mischief. “Give me ten minutes to get myself together.” Deke grinned. “Jack was nursing a bottle of Tennessee whiskey when I left. Better make it five.” Climbing into Deke’s enormous Hummer for the long ride out to Jack’s swamp cottage in Louisiana, Morgan reflected that, if she didn’t know better, she’d assume Deke had chosen such a vehicle to compensate for a deficit in masculine proportions. But she did know…