F1nn5ter X Novels & Stories

We didn’t just want to build a clinic; we wanted to create real change. As I glanced at Mrs. Narti’s dimly lit house next door, a question suddenly popped into my mind that had been swirling around without an answer. “Julien, Ratna said she’s seven years old, right?” I furrowed my brow, trying to formulate my words. “But Mrs. Narti looks… well, she’s probably over fifty. I’m just… curious. I mean, why at that age does she still have such a small child?”

Gesturing to his body "This here is the full package and I don't intend to misuse it alright?" He laughed and Jason joined they put on the radio and nodded to the trendy hit "Gock am" by the upcoming artist Crayon when suddenly. The car tire screeched its bonnet crashing into a hard surface with a loud bang. Jason stepped on the brake fearfully. The smell of petrol and coal tar filled their nostrils they looked at each other in silence with the effect of the alcohol washing off immediately.

Simple yet tasking. Jeremy Cooper Finding out his mate is a thirteen year old isn’t exactly what he was imaging but he had to make it work because the Moon Goddess is never wrong. Reuben Anderson A thirteen year old who is too mature and good willed for his age. He wasn’t meant to find his mate but he somehow did and has to live with it.

You know the Fosters. Everyone does. From the beautiful Victorian on the bend. A stone’s throw from the canal. Damon was a policeman, back in the day. Discharged on pension. Went on to become a cardiologist—best one within a reasonable drive. I hear they pay him a fortune.

They started to retreat as we kept coming with my fellow elite warriors using their high-tech weapons such as digital handguns, lasers, flying disk guns, and crystal ball bombs like the one that almost killed me during the Banatan. Many Furezos were injured and met their demise, reduced to nothingness. Nonetheless, we didn’t stop. I had to get to their leader, as ordered by the King. And for that, I needed someone to show me where he is—if that leader was indeed here and not busy pillaging Nazia. I must find him fast before it was too late.

Gosh I almost lost it back there, Nora is so annoying! Mom words popped up on my head. •Be careful Zara. Do not get into trouble• I sighed and bit my lower lip, I was about to twist the door knob and leave when I heard footsteps. I turned gently to see the blue haired cutie stepping out from a door. The upper buttons of his shirt are opened, showing his chest. Waiting a sec......what was he doing here?. This is a female restroom. As soon as I thought of that, the sassy queen bee stepped out of the same door Negan came out from.

Although he was the weakest of the top echelon of the Fire Fangs, the Ferocious Five, he could tell that Warren could give even Blazing Jasper, the third strongest, a run for his money. Franklin used the last of his strength to rip open his shirt to reveal the words Fervor Franklin. Underneath that was written FF5, which meant that he was the fifth strongest of the Ferocious Five. "Make sure you don't miss!" he said. Those were his final words. Warren then thrusted his Reiteki sword through Franklin's heart. As blood was oozing from the wound in his heart and from his mouth, Franklin greeted the afterlife with a smile on his face. He fell to someone who was clearly stronger than him. But he

Fynn looked between Gunther and Catherine with annoyed, yellowish eyes, making her shift nervously. She hated being scrutinized by people who were strangers to her. But Gunther trusted him enough to bring her here, to his friend's unremarkably gray, rocky home, so perhaps she should give him the benefit of doubt. Fynn was a slimmer DragoShif who looked a little older than Gunther, but she did not know how old that was. "You never found a den for your Intirmate?" Fynn questioned, drawing the gaze of everyone nearby. "Come inside."

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Luna sulked as she grumbled inwardly, “Andrius, if you can’t cure my menstrual issues, I’ll punish you!” Half an hour later, just when Luna almost lost her patience, the door to Team Five’s office finally opened. “No. 15…” The one who opened the door was Fatty Frank. He shuddered when he saw Luna with the number, and he almost fell on the floor. “L-Luna? W-what are you doing here?”