Elf Novels & Stories

"Ahh...sorry...what did you say again? Could you repeat it?" Eliza's expression was nearly frantic. She'd overheard something incredible. And she wanted to double-check that she had understood correctly. "Whew...please keep going." “Alright. I have an item that can permanently improve a person's stats with no side effects. And for the time being, I have three types of that item that can boost a person's strength, speed, and defence." I could see her small frame quivering from evident shock and excitement as I said. Her hand trembled as it fiddled with the glass of wine.

Mark. He wasn’t what I expected. No paunch. No smile lines. No faded dad-jeans. No, this man was cut from darker cloth, salt-and-pepper hair buzzed short, black T-shirt molded to his chest, jeans slung low on narrow hips, and a silver chain peeking from beneath his collar like a secret. His eyes found mine. Grey. Hard. Flat. Like stone just before it cracks. “You’re Lila.” I nodded, throat dry.

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Cause who in their right mind would hug each other mindlessly and struggled to walk towards the elevator but didn't even actually bothered to let go of each other? I quickly pressed the up button and luckily, the elevator door opened right away and I immediately entered while atill carrying Gab for me to escape the scrutinizing look from the receptionist. I just hope she's not a fan of BL cause I heard she's kind of talkative and shares everything to anyone. And the last thing that I would want to happen is to be linked with this weak drunkard. Tsk.

: 0 Credits : 1,00,400 Condition. : poor eyesight Build. : thin Combat Strength :40 Skills learned. : None Martial arts Iron fist (Adimurai-Basics) Potential. : Z Rank Element control. : None Mods available. Artificial heart (X grade), Bionic eyes (Z grade) ___________________________________________ " Whoo, that's nice, my mod energy, combat strength has increased a lot, ", said Ben.

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𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

Finally, the most beautiful specimen of werewolf I have ever seen jumps out of the helicopter. I'm not gay, but there was a werewolf capable of making heads of all genders spin. I know how to appreciate male beauty. We werewolves are very rarely ugly. Even rogues are attractive, either way, but in front of us was the most beautiful of them all. Dressed in light blue jeans ripped above the knee, a white T-shirt, white sneakers, and a jacket to match the pants, he was a tall creature with an athletic physique, slightly long blond hair, and sparkling blue eyes. That one was Angel; his face was almost a copy of his mother's. We can all say that we are seeing a true angel that just fell from the

From: Noah Elordi I'll be posting my latest vlog at 7 pm tonight. Make sure to watch it. I texted Noah that I will surely watch his vlog tonight with a smiley emoticon. It was my third day here in America. I busied myself visiting some famous places here and did some shopping. I was a bit inspired by Noah's compliment on my styling skills, that is why I tried to do some styling on myself. I wanted a different look for myself. I want something new.

The only difference is, we get as many familiars as we need in this life, not just one like we do, a true mate. Mafdet was a judgy little shit with a bad attitude. She reminds me of my mother’s cat, Loki, most days. She really didn’t get along with Killian very well. She was gray with black stripes and the most golden eyes I had ever seen. I really hope that my next familiar gets along with him once more.