Fnia Ultimate Custom Night Novels & Stories

I crossed one of my leg over. "Welcome everyone to the black auction. We have pretty good items today so please enjoy. The first item. One of Lala-land's finest diamond. This diamond is also one of the rarest diamond in the world. The silver has been extinct and this is the last of its kind. It can cut through anything and projects bright light. This diamond is one of a kind. There's no other of it in the world. We will start the bidding at 3 million dollars." The person said.

Two guards in black leathers waited, spears crossed. “Halt,” one barked. “State your business.” Ryan held up a hand, calm and unbothered. “Alpha Ryan or Star Raiders pack. We’re expected.” The guards straightened at once, then one nodded and turned toward the courtyard. “Follow me.” They reacted as any would do when facing the alpha of the strongest pack in this region. Inside, the Iron Fang territory was exactly what I imagined—sharp lines, minimal color, everything designed for function over form. Warriors trained in the yards, sparring with brutal precision. No laughter. No distraction. Just discipline.

"Alpha Luciano!" Beta Chris called, as he entered into the Alpha's office. "Not now Beta Chris, I'm busy" Alpha Luciano replied, his eyes still fixed on his laptop. "You have to see this, now!" He emphasized the word, and Alpha Luciano looked at him. "What is it?" He asked, and they both hurriedly left the house. "Look!" Beta Chris said, pointing at the wonder in the sky. It was an Eclipsed Union.

The Descent. Dawn broke not with light, but with fog. Heavy and unmoving, it settled over the landing strip where Aria, Jerry, Helena, Isabelle, and Echo Team stood, dressed in matte-black combat gear. No one spoke. Each carried only what they needed, compressed pulse rifles, neural inhibitors, and embedded comms. Argos, now deployed through a custom bipedal drone with sleek silver plating and glowing cyan optics, hovered silently behind them. Helena adjusted her gloves, her gaze distant.

LEONA I alighted from the bike Lando has brought me with and lifted my eyes to the tall building which looked like a company if not for the glitzy sign showing that it was a nightclub. This was not any other club. It belonged to Lando after he took it from the owner who couldn't pay the loan he took from Lando in full. He should have known better than to deal with a man such as Lando; ruthless and heatless like the devil himself.

she commented as she drove through the night to Michael's house. There was a car on Julia's drive that Michael had never seen before; a large, black sedan with New York plates. He shrugged, figuring it had to be a friend of hers staying for the night. He kissed Lucy and told her he would see her in the morning. Then he padded into his house, trying to stay as quiet as possible.

"Should I try to run?" The sound of a door closing and something unzipping could be heard on the other end of the line. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Nick's voice responded, "No! Unh... stay there... You can't leave until you jerk it. And whatever you do... unh... don't hang up... and keep me updated."

He would give away his title to her without question. Jackson sparred with Rain several times after they all agreed to be allies. Who would have ever thought that they would lead rogue wolves to attack Shadow academy. Rain fought with accuracy, speed, and increased stamina. It only took her one try to knock Jackson on his ass, which made Tony smirk to himself. When they fought with weapons, Rain chose short blades. She had always favored them as her weapon of choice in training classes at the academy. She easily maneuvered around her opponent without struggle. She made every move she made look as if she had done it effortlessly. Fuck. Was this what a true Ultima Alpha’s ability looked like?

The gun slides across the polish tile floor. Peter reacts trying to get the gun. His father has the same intent. Both men collided with their heads against each other. The bumps were hard enough to stagger both of them. The owner was already scrambling back onto his feet also going for his own gun. He grabbed hold of it and bolted for the door. The dizziness from the injected dart made his co-ordination out of whacked. He walked into the door. The gun slipped from his grip again. “I’ll get it,” says TheoFista

I can smell his expensive musk freely. Every wall I see antique pictures. the detail is not complete in my mind because I sometimes bury my face in the chest especially when someone sees us. I also think that maybe grandma is already looking for me. The black door opened. expensive big jars, flatscreen TV, large red carpet and the dark cushion of the bed were the first I saw. Second, its crystalline collections seem to be in toy cars. Every style 'nun is unique and obviously expensive. I have seen his boxed diplomas and his boxing achievements.