Fnaf Official Character Encyclopedia Novels & Stories

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

Getting revenge on them would mean dealing with their fellow disciples first, which would be very troublesome. However, Fane would be much easier. News about Fane was spreading like wildfire in recent times, and Fane's background was no longer a secret. Fane came from Hestia Continent, a third-grade world. He could not be compared to warriors from second-grade worlds. Furthermore, Fane enjoyed moving alone. Even if there was anyone with him, it would not be more than two people. In that case, Fane was definitely much easier to deal with. However, there were not many people who were being swayed by Lionel. Even though Lionel gave such an emotional speech, the others were not being strung alon

A slim girl with a faded sixpack between her sports bra and blue leggings is wiping post-workout sweat from her hair ends with a towel draped over her shoulders and briefly staring at the camera. "And finally, No. 1! The man is said to be the future grim reaper for the underground world after the legendary hero Fusen. The only trainee who has ever cleared a King-level mission since Airburst was founded, alias: Angus!" A lad with a supermodel physique and a short ponytail sits and drinks mineral water, ignoring the camera. His constantly emitted hostility creates a barrier that neither the cameramen nor Marika dare to approach. Ravyn asked her friend after she clearly noticed Kanji's panic wh

She stared at Lucas and asked. "Lucas York," Lucas said slowly. 'Lucas York?' Suddenly, Fanny's pupils shrunk rapidly. "You're the leader of the God Sword Organization, Lucas the Demon?" Fanny stared hard at Lucas. "That's right." Lucas nodded. Fanny smiled coldly. "Since you're Lucas the Demon, leader of the God Sword Organization, then I shall challenge you to a battle!" Lucas glanced at Fanny with a critical gaze. Fanny was pretty but her abilities did not impress Lucas as she was just a Rank 7 Transcendent Being.

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CHAPTER THREE Samson was tall, heavily built and had a commanding presence. His dark hair was short and thick, and he had dark, piercing eyes. Eyes that looked very angry in that moment. Those eyes were focused on right now on Jacob Saunders, and Jacob glared right back at him. Vanessa, Samson’s friend who he regarded as family, nudged him with her elbow. He didn’t reply and she had to nudge him again before he finally turned his attention to her.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

I murmured quietly. Santo grumbles and throws a punch in the air. "You know I do not get along with the other Bonanis." "Nobody gets along with the Bonani. But it is also true that nobody gets along with you. And, you know it. It is a miracle that Andrea can handle your angry ass without putting you down. It is a real mystery to me when you come back from a mission with no limp," I say seriously.

They walked over to the table where Max and his two friends were sitting. "Hi, Max. Pran and Leon," Ken greeted with a smile. "I brought my friends. This is Danai and this is Foy." Danai and Foy shook hands with Max, Leon, and Pran. Danai is a handsome man who looks serious. He is very tall and has an athletic build. On the other hand, Foy looked very petite between his two friends. He had the kind of good looks more suited to be called cute, with plump cheeks and deep dimples even when he spoke his name.

“Those close to them know. Their faces are shaped slightly differently and their smiles don’t match exactly. Greg has a dimple and Dare has a chipped tooth.” “Are their personalities as similar as their appearance?” “Not in the least!” Eleanor said, “or at least they didn’t use to be.” Just then there was a flurry of activity behind them so they turned as the emissary, all three brothers, and a mass of servants entered. “You!” The emissary pointed at Fann, “who are you?” “Fann, Laird of MacDonald clan,” Fann answered. The emissary’s eyes narrowed. “You look different than I remember.”