Dk 2 Mga Nobela at Kwento

K's getting hit on again by another guy. You've gotta be shitting me.

Madchen was in awe, she had never seen such a beautiful sight, and her eyes lit up with wonder. An arm wrapped around her waist, and she looked up to see Drago peering over her shoulder. His long black hair was slicked back with a leather strap at the nape of his neck, and he was dressed in a green t-shirt and khaki shorts. “Do you like it here?” he asked her? “It’s beautiful,” Madchen was entranced by the tropical beauty of the Keys. “Not as beautiful as you,” “HuH” Drago grabbed her by the shoulders, turning her to face him.

The air between us crackled with memory and mirrored rage. "Backup?" I whispered. Eden nodded, stepping between us. "She was the first neural host," Eden said. "They called her K2. You were K1. But K2 had. problems. Too emotional. Too hard to break." "She was discarded," K2 said softly. "Thrown into the deep protocols. But I learned to swim." Eleanor, backed away and wide-eyed, remained silent for once. Jamal took a slow step forward. "Is she lethal?"

Something dangerous. Something that could destroy them all.

𝘿𝙞𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙, “𝙄 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙤 𝙜𝙤𝙤𝙙. 𝙎𝙝𝙚’𝙨 𝙙𝙚𝙖𝙙.” 𝙁𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙝’𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙚𝙙. “𝘿-� �𝙚𝙖𝙙?”

I awoke fully rested. After I dressed and crammed a bagel in my mouth, I sat at the dining table with a book on forces of natures. I poured through the open pages. There were the four seasons, death, time, age, gravity, fate, light, sound, each of the elements, love, hate, and so many more. Finally I found Karma. The drawn picture of her was beautiful. She had dark hair and deeply tanned skin. Although, her eyes were drawn hard. I hoped they weren't actually like that.

Hanna shuddered in fear at the grin. “How about you pay me back with your body?”

He chanted: “I am without fear.” With a smooth, practiced snap of his fingers, he created a spark using his concealed flint and steel. Then, with a guttural cry, Temujin released all the ki he could muster in a Hi Iki Ken (Fire Breath Attack). He had cupped his hands in the shape of a lotus flower and from between them surged layers upon layers of destructive blue flames.