Erwin X Armin Novels & Stories

Armin moved forward, his presence commanding as he placed himself between Charles and Alysha. Charles, reading the shift in the air, took a step back, unwilling to directly confront Armin. Neil remained rooted in place, his eyes locked onto Armin’s, unflinching and cold. “I don’t believe there’s a baby girl named Sisi at all,” Armin declared, his voice cutting through the tension. He crossed his arms, his posture defiant, daring Neil to challenge him.

The fight is over. The crowd goes silent, the shock controlling the crowd before I hear a voice filled with pride and love boom, "Woohoo Armina, knew you could do it" Aiden claps loudly, before several hesitant claps join him. "Winner, Armina Carter" as more people join in the applause. One who joins hesitantly is Alpha Leon, Serena's brother as he stares at me darkly, a slow clap of obligation.

She reached out to stroke her hair tenderly, shoving Azarias in the process, who just grunted unhappily. "I am sorry, Sister." Mira bit her lip, looking at Seraphine apologetically. She turned her attention to Arlan and Josh and apologized to them again. Erwin entered the room with an unreadable face. A flash of something surfaced in his eyes went unnoticed by almost everyone. Except for Azarias, who narrowed his eyes thoughtfully. Mira didn't say anything to Erwin. She only nodded to him in acknowledgment. She was neither close nor familiar with him.

God sent an angel or what? I give him a suspicious look. “Are you sure?” I say hesitantly. I don’t even know him. How can he be so nice? It’s fishy nowadays. Erden shakes his head. “Certain.” I look around and breathe heavily. I don’t have any choice anyway. “Alright.” I breathe defeatedly. “See you later.” Eren waves a little at our car before we walk down the hill a little to reach that of Erden’s. He got an amazing black Porsche.

asked Marco Arwin much more enthusiastically at this moment. Marco Arwin was seen pulling a chair at the same dining table. He’d now sit at the same dining table in front of Evania Luqman. “May I join you here?” asked Marco Arwin courteously. “Of course… Of course…” answered Evania more enthusiastically and vigorously right now. Marco Arwin was one of her best friends during the senior high school times. Being able to bump into Marco Arwin in this café during the busy hours like these really made Evania forget for a little while about her sadness as well as sorrow owing to her hero monster.

she sought for an explanation “…destress. Why don't you just go home though” “Hm. Odd” Erwin munched in thought. “I've never heard of a Luna who needed to—No” he paused. “No, I will not go home” “Alright,” she nodded. “Have a good time then” he chirped. “You look really nice” he flashed a quick smile. He gave her a side-on hug then turned to the fruit game guy. “Hey, can I get a towel?” ************************************* Arms slithered round her waist, predatorily. She jolted. “Ah!”

But now, he felt Sean was exactly what he appeared to be — an ordinary man. Thinking back to the past, the fact that he had once lost to someone this poor made him feel deeply irritated. “My friends,” Erwin began, “a few years ago, we all sat together in the same classroom. That was fate arranged by God for all of us. Back then, we sat beside windows that felt freezing during winter, and now here we are together again in warmth. No matter how fierce the winds become, how heavy the rain falls, or how difficult the roads ahead may be, we will always become the support that strengthens one another. Come, my friends — for our precious friendship, cheers!”

He'd been only eleven when his adventures at sea began and nearing the age of thirteen when he came under contract with The Remington-backed Vessel dutifully named The Laurel. Erwin was a thin lad, of modest appeal with bright blue eyes and dark brown hair more than likely unkempt and covering his sullen pale cheeks. He wore a dirty brown shirt with worn trousers that were cut into a pair of shorts with thin brown sandals that lined his exposed sun-kissed feet. His skin had been red for the most part, a side effect of sea life and being beneath the blazing sun more often than not in the crow's nest.

I feel a blush from even thinking about it. “I’m scared of touching you and we aren’t mates. That means I’m mated to some cruel demon. And I’m scared I will touch you, and we are mates, and I hardly know you, and I won’t be able to tell which one of you is my mate,” I say in one big breath. “I completely understand,” Ren comments. “I’m not scared of being your mate, if that makes it easier. Anyone would be lucky to have you.” Strangely enough, it doesn’t seem like he’s lying.

“I’m going to change into this dress.” Nolan turned his head and watched as she walked toward the other room, lowering his gaze at the same time. Erwin was a native of Morwich. This man had always been very proficient when it came to forming interpersonal circles and jumping from one circle to another. That was how he seemed to have connections with half of the business circles around the world. In fact, he had always maintained a good relationship with the local law enforcers and mafias in Morwich. He was not someone that anybody could trifle with.