Novel & Cerita Ennard Gacha Club

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Maya's pov “You should come,” Benta whines as I close the locker, fixing my jacket. “Yeah, you came back and have been working nonstop, you need to have some fun,” Liv adds, swaying her hips. I chuckle pulling the bag to my shoulder. “Ugh, don't you even dare say no tomorrow we don't have work,” Benta interjects. I smile nodding. I need some fun. They all cheer. “We are going to the club,” Lisa hums.

I am Xerra, a superbeing from a remote galaxy far away from the Milky Way called Ciriculus. I live in this fourth-dimensional world called Aryan wherein everything is possible. Well… almost everything… I scanned the familiar domain I was in. I was surrounded by the green and blue giant trees that seemed to reach the still dark sky. I had always loved the relaxing smell of the leaves in the Aiglean Forest and the gentle touch of fresh mountain dews before the sun rises.

Pox and Ember are currently assigned to search for the missing woman, namely the 22 years old Nella Jeggins, who worked for the Freak Out Club. Freak Out Club is the cheapest, loudest, and the best club found underground and across the Pinephil Stadium. Officers and detectives, including Ember, from different police departments, have confiscated narcotics in this club before but months after the court ordered to shut the place down, the club simply added “Out” to its name and re-opened its doors to entertain more wasted people.

We’re to meet in two days, on an asteroid belt in the Q Sector. So I get to work, finishing up my newest design. It’s quite simple, really. I create a stand in the middle of the Command Deck. But instead of being made of metal or titanium, it’s made of solid Neron. Valen pulled enough of it from the earth outside to create a three-foot tall stand with two handles to grip at the top. The base of it goes to those tubes that flow through the ship, connecting to the Core affixed to the top of this beast.

she casually asked. "There's a new agent, who recently joined StreamWave Studios. She seems to have a strong background. The two small anchors she manages only have a few tens of thousands of followers and aren't particularly skilled at gaming. But somehow, they landed an endorsement deal with Yenti Clan and are set to earn several million dollars in annual endorsement fees." Raina sounded somewhat resentful. "What is Yenti Clan?" Larissa wasn't familiar with the gaming industry—she had never heard of the brand before.

If he decided to go on a vendetta, then the entire city might really be drenched in death and blood. At that moment, the computer pinged. Nico leaned forward, scanning the screen. “Got it. The car was registered under a front business a few days ago.” Nero’s head tilted slightly. “Who?” Nico looked up, his voice tight. “One of the exclusive nightclubs downtown.” “Name.” He hesitated. “Luigi’s.” Nero’s expression didn’t change, but something inside him shifted. The silence turned lethal. He straightened, the faintest curl of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

"Gosh, it's really you. You've totally reinvented yourself." Time had sculpted away my youthful awkwardness, replacing it with a grounded poise honed by global experiences. "Hey, it's been a while," I replied evenly. "This is serendipity!" Jenny bubbled. "We're having a class reunion upstairs at the swanky Cloud Lounge. Lots of folks are coming, including Shannon. You've gotta join. They'll flip when they see you now." It had been a while since I heard that name, but like a faint, faded snapshot, it barely stirred dust in my memory banks.

she was surprised at what she said again. “Yes. Ahem. Because Mr. Gavin has one year of free coffee here at your coffee shop...” “What about him?” “Is he a member of the UHB Leisure Club?” She even scratched her chin. “In case, maybe you don’t know about that Club.” Evadne smiled again. “You know him?” “If that’s Gavin Wright. He is really familiar. Or maybe it just looks the same?” “What if it’s him?” NoraLee’s eyes widen just like that, along with her mouth. “If it’s him, I want to take a picture and get an autograph,” she added.

Or at least, it made her body react in a way that was new to her. Emma didn’t know what to do with that, so she put it to the side. Together with all the other things that she needed to think about when she had some time alone. They arrived at the club just as it was opening and letting the first people inside. For the first time, Emma got to see it from the front. The facade was bright white with dart wooden details. There were no windows, but a large neon sign said ‘Zenit’.