Fanfiction Avatar Novelas e Histórias

"Ah.. what kind of nasty things that I will get through after this' She knows everything, even the stupid mystery that she is supposed to solve. The system is not helping which means it cannot lock any information in secret. Only the three-screen that she got from the first world and the two items can work. Other than that is useless and what's worst is that she can't upgrade her sense. If she tries to raise the stats then her sense will get even low. Well, that one is already off the chart. It's not like she can't taste, see, walk or feel textures of something. No, its non of them but pain. Yes, she can't feel excessive pain. Even if she cuts one of her fingers, she can just sew it back in

Third person's pov: After 2 years: "Hi, my parents like your family so much. And don't mind me saying this out of the blue but, you look gorgeous in person", Ava gave a fake smile refraining so hard from rolling her eyes. Instead, she tucked a hair strand behind her ear and caught the end of her Dupatta. "I work in Meta. I-", Ava cut him off before he reads out his biodata.

Avi says, yawning. My mind instantly goes to the photo of Luna Nikita we found in his office. She claimed he wasn’t her mate. But fated mate and chosen mates are different, so what if she left because she realized she wanted her fated mate and not the one she chose? Legend has it that when you reject the divinely given mate bond and create your own, your unsanctified bond will be cursed. “Did you get her name?” Avi’s eyes are closed now, his breathing slows, and after a moment I think to just let him sleep. I stand and reach over, running my fingers through his blood-matted hair. He will need a good cleaning when he wakes.

I asked curiously. “I created an anonymous account to follow scoundrel Ava on I*******m; she may be a hateful woman, but I have to admit that she has good taste in aesthetics,” she said, confessing that she was stalking Ava. “Oh, what an ugly thing to say. Ava is not a bad woman,” I corrected her.

“Ava, it’s just a book. Fiction. You’re not seriously suggesting—” “I know, I know,” she cut in, holding up her hand. “It sounds crazy, but listen to me. The character in the book died the same night as the protagonist, or maybe a few days later. What if that’s not just fiction? What if there’s someone else who was reborn when you were?” I laughed, shaking my head. “You’ve been reading too much. This isn’t some fantasy novel.” Ava’s eyes remained serious, unwavering. “I’m telling you, Raven. What if it’s true? What if there’s someone out there who was reborn like you?”

Technically, I am doing this for the good of my boss and the company. After convincing myself that stalking someone during office hours is a work need, I guiltily switch to incognito mode and key in Ava’s name. There are a few searches that pop up for Ava Redmond, none of which have anything to do with the woman I just saw. I’m pretty sure I have seen her face somewhere before; the lack of results doesn’t make sense. I’m about to close the window and return to work when I remember she is adopted.

Ava was panting, and her features were almost distorted. Hannah glanced at the video. “Girl, since Zephyr doesn’t reciprocate, just give up on him. Don’t worry. I’ll find you a better man. Someone who is 10,000 times more powerful than he is!” Ava lay flat on the couch and cried with all of her heart. “Okay, okay. Just let them be!” Hannah patted her back. “Don’t worry. They won’t be able to stay happy for long. I have a way to fight them!”

“Babe, my A-game is the only game I have.” Ava rolled her eyes. “Don’t call me babe yet.” “Too soon?” “Way too soon.” They exchanged numbers. Finn saved hers as “Fake Girlfriend Boss.” Ava saved his as “Disaster Waiting to Happen.” She walked back to the party feeling lighter than she had in months. He watched her go, still grinning. The next morning, Ava met Finn at a coffee shop to “rehearse.” He arrived with a 3-page G****e Doc titled **Operation Fake Love: Backstory & Script**.

Alatar sat at his desk angrily, he was tired of his mate, he lost his only child, his daughter and will never get to know his granddaughter all because of that wicked women. He pulls a small paper out of his pocket, “Show yourself”, a picture of Shane and Ava appeared. The picture was enchanted, only his voice could make it appear. Alatar has always been in contact with Shane, he Astral Projects himself to them once in a while, when Evanora is away, to visit his granddaughter. She looks so much like her mother, he misses his daughter everyday.

A soft stomach she always tried to hide under oversized sweaters. Tonight, like most nights, Ava sat alone in her tiny off-campus apartment. The TV was on low, some mindless reality show she wasn’t watching. Her phone glowed in her hand as she scrolled through social media, watching girls her age get tagged in photos with guys who actually looked at them like they were edible. She felt pathetic. Her fingers drifted lower without thinking, slipping under the waistband of her leggings. She was already a little wet, she always got like this when she let her mind wander. Lately, her fantasies had a very specific face attached to them.