Ein X Aphmau Novels & Stories

Only Naomi remained staring at the screen. She couldn't explain why. It had been nothing more than a cough. Yet something deep inside her refused to let it go. The televisions continued playing in the background, but Naomi barely heard them anymore. Emma touched Naomi's shoulder. "You can't keep staring at that screen." Naomi looked at her. "I know." "You've been standing here for almost five minutes." "It doesn't feel like five." Emma offered a tired smile. "Nothing has felt normal today." Naomi glanced back at the television one last time. The WHO spokesperson was still answering questions, but every answer sounded painfully similar. Investigations were ongoing. Experts were working around

The weight of fear and the agony of death that could occur. Aramide felt something awaken in her the moment she saw Efrain on the ground, a bullet hole in his head just like the one that had been in Efrain’s, she couldn’t hear the voices in the background yelling, asking everyone to take cover, all she could hear was the footsteps that got closer and closer and for the first time in her forty years on planet earth, Aramide did not think twice before she pulled out her shot and shot countless at her target. Because this time – Bola Hampson was going to die

Hmfph ! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Probably her illness is starting to manifest itself. Ameira can't say that there is the most dangerous disease among them because four of them have serious diseases that cannot be cured; maybe they have been neglected to treat their illnesses, and they are also part of the experiment. So something is already injected into their bodies that no one wants to see or know.

𝕸𝖆𝖋𝖎𝖆'𝖘 𝕹𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘𝖎𝖘 ☆☆☆☆𝕹𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖆 𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙𝖍𝖔𝖚𝖘𝖊 {1:32AM}, 𝖆𝖋𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖆𝖇𝖉𝖚𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓☆☆☆

When Sipho complained about the smoke, Amahle responded with a smile and said , "This will protect you." Amahle explained, "When someone dies, some doors will open for them. We must keep out what may enter." But something had already made its entrance. The first indicator of something amiss was when Sipho turned ten years old. He awoke one morning with scratch-like markings on his back, soft , bleeding scratches along his spine, as if someone had clawed him. Amahle gazed at these markings longer than necessary , and it was impossible to determine what her facial expression meant.

I asked, glancing at Leo, and he nodded for me to take it anyway. On the screen, APHROXIS lit up with an arrow flashing beneath it. TAP TO RECEIVE ORDER “What is it?” Leo asked impatiently. “Well, looks like we still have to play the game during our date,” I chuckled, tapping RECEIVE ORDER. The tablet chimed. [SYSTEM] — Welcome, players, to APHROXIS Exclusive Edition. The words typed out slowly. [SYSTEM] — Congratulations. You have received a special voucher to get a third companion.

"Yes! Now, how do I open this hunk of metal? There are no instructions on this thing…" "Before you open it… let me give you a walkthrough. You see, This package contains two units of a consumable fluid, widely known as the 'Apollo Nectar' or most common nickname would be the 'God's blessing'." "This fluid is what made humanity delay ravages of aging, killing primitive diseases, purifying blood, and reducing any breeding carcinogenic matter inside the body while also increasing the individual lifespan by almost double." "However, this rule of double lifespan doesn't apply to everyone. If you are a hunter or person who experiences intense wear and tear to your body, then you will have only 65

Hunter: The road in was long and dumb quiet, the kind of quiet that tells you everything worth knowing has gone to ground. I kept the bike under the trees and moved on foot, boots chewing at the moss. Xavier’s words looped in my head: Find her before he does. Short, sharp, no room for mistakes. “Beta, are you sure that coming here is the right option?” One of the gammas, Brian, asked. “Are you going to question the Alpha, Brian?” I asked, and he shook his head.

Or rather, one decided to stay in the other’s room for the night. “How’s your breathing?” Mordecai asked his ward. “Better.” Xander grins. “I told you, I’m feeling fine, the air here is so much fresher than the Capital’s and the exercise is doing me good!” “But your blood pressure is a bit high, and your temperature...”