Eren X Armin Novels & Stories

her best friend calls her attention. She reverses her eyes with a smile on Erikka. “Yes?” “This is Ranold, I met him a few times already and he makes drinks up to its price! Ranold, this is Ara, the sweetest and only best friend I always mention to you.” “Nice to meet you,” smiles Ronald. “Likewise,” Ara smiled back politely.

Xander patted Jasmine's head. "Okay, maybe times are bad right now, but will you show us how fast your wolf runs?" Jasmine's round eyes looked at us in turn. "Maybe I can do it. By the way, her name is Arin." "Okay, when Arin does that, make sure she stays away from all those ugly witches and doesn't look back." "Okay!" Felix ran side by side with Felion posing as Arin in the centre, trailing the others. She could easily keep up with us, which meant that she had enough alpha blood in her system.

Stunned of being suddenly submerged, I automatically bring my arms simultaneously over my head and flap them into the water to propel myself up and finally bring my head out. I inhale a deep breath, catching my respiration and cough out water. Thank god that I didn't put makeup today. Coming back to my senses, I realise that loud guffaws are resonating around me. My jaw clench as it's Eren who is laughing his ass of. Freaking moron! I even have my shoes on.

I replied angrily looking up in his direction, “Don't you dare to take my mother's name in your mouth. You killed my mother, a worm of hell." The stranger still didn't react at all hearing my accusation. Instead of reacting or replying he laughed again. While scratching the back of his head with the devilish smirk on his extremely handsome face, he replied in a very polite way, “Xander, your father was a great king. I see the potential of your father in you. It was a pleasure meeting you. I am Armarous, the chief assistant demon of the great devil hell-king Lucifer." Xander also asked as calmly as he could in that situation, hugging me tightly, "Armaros, What do you want from us? Why have yo

’ Karen managed to answer in a steady voice, though her clit was jumping in eager anticipation of Jo’s further exploration. ‘He’ll ask you. It’s up to you whether you accept or not,’ Armina said slowly, the touch of her fingers on Karen’s arm echoing those of Jo’s on her thigh. ‘But don’t turn it down out of hand. You might find it entertaining. He’s an exceptional man and has some interesting friends.’ She stirred, swung her legs over the side of the lounger and rose to her feet in a graceful movement. ‘It’s getting chilly. Shall we go inside?’

I shudder in fear, and even the Lycans fall to their knees. Next to me, Armin goes rigid and falls face first into the grass, his body jerks spasmodically for a few seconds, and then he simply stops moving. Warriors appear out of the darkness, their eyes blank, blood streaming from their noses and ears, weapons hanging uselessly by their sides. I sink to my knees next to Armin and turn him over before I start to feel around for a pulse, but I know it's useless. There is no heartbeat. He died before he even hit the ground.

Donald gritted his teeth and stood between Palmer's gun and Arman “Lower your fucking gun Palmer!” Palmer's eyes had a glint of madness. He was hungry for blood, and it didn't matter who's blood it was “Move Donnie boy, you don't want to get caught in the crossfire” Arman lowered his gun. “Call me when you two have sorted out your administrative issues, the we'll have a proper fight” Arman said as he walked past the other men and towards the door “This isn't over, this—”

His presence filled the space before he even spoke. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said smoothly, his tone refined, charming even. “I hope I’m not intruding. I do intend to come on time when it is meetings like this.” I gestured for him to sit. “Not at all. You have me at a disadvantage, though. I don’t believe we’ve met. And given your scent, I can tell that you are not from here, Alpha.” He smiled, slow and confident, the kind of smile that didn’t quite reach the eyes. “Forgive me. Alpha Lorenzo D’Amaris. But I choose to go by Mr. D’Amaris when it is amongst humans.”

For the first time, I felt truly in it, not just adjacent. Eventually, the collective teasing gaze of the table landed on its favorite target: Arman. Arman was… something else. A foreign exchange student from some northern country, he looked like he’d stepped out of a classical painting. Wavy brown hair, eyes the color of a summer sky, tall with the lean, strong build of a swimmer. He was also quiet, incredibly kind, and intelligent. And every single day, it seemed, someone worked up the courage to confess their feelings to him. He would always refuse with a gentle, polite finality that left no room for argument but also no lasting bitterness.

Things were tough, but I was a survivor and that got me the chance to see my loved ones being proud of me and gathered under one roof. "Congratulations, sister." Armin's voice made me look back, I didn’t even realize someone was walking towards me. "Thank you. Are you back for good?" After Lou got married to Alexander last year, Armin left the country and went to Brazil. This boy always kept everything to himself, so I never got to be sure that he was in love with my best friend. "Yeah, thinking of staying here from now on." He smiled, stuffing his hands in his pockets. "Look who is here."