Frodo Mga Nobela at Kwento

Cold, dark hazel eyes glinting with disdain. He pushes back his hoodie. I find myself looking into a face I know better than my own reflection. Oh my god. It's Felix Lockhart.

Just from the way this person threw the fork in a precise and smooth manner, he could already deduce that this person is a powerful one. Frost did not respond to him, and just raised the glass she was holding and tilted it to his way before she casually drinks it. A sign of agreement. The man playfully smiled, his face held an expression of amazement and interest. "I'm Fang of Black Hawk Mercenary. And you are?" The man suddenly introduced himself at Frost. Honestly, he was very interested towards the person in black cloak, and so, he decided to introduced himself. Hoping that he could also get this person's name.

The beginning of a new year is still in a rainy season and it’s hard to predict the weather. I smile and introduce myself in a proper way, “well, I am Issa. Nice to meet you. Yeah I thought rain hasn’t stop somewhere there, over my way I saw people wearing raincoats yet it’s already stopped here” nice catch. It’s a good chit-chat about the weather. “What’s your name? I asked again “Oh, just call me Vincent. I am from Economics” he smiled while introducing himself. I saw what he ordered on the table: a coffee and french fries. Well, I really don’t know what to say again this time.

Frod spouted out coldly as he stood up on his feet "I never knew you were alive?!" Ariana gave him a stare as their eyes locked "I have a feeling you were alive Ariana" frod said calmly as a seat back besides her " A feeling? Lol hm" Ariana spoke quitely " Am serious Ariana! Am not joking!" Frod said in a hurry as he held her palm "I believe you" she reassured him as she touched his face "I can't let any other person to perform my responsibility! You are mine Ariana" frod said passionately

Although I still see him, King Alword in my dreams haunting me. Am 18. Neither tall nor short, have long black hair, blue ocean eyes, pink lips and possess a super power. I have the ability to heal anything. Cool right??. I checked the time on my phone screen and sigh, i don't wish to be late. I tossed away the blanket from my body and stood up, I head towards my bathroom and had a nice bath. The warm running did a really good job on my skin. After bathing, I cleaned myself with my towel and applied body lotion. I got dressed in my favorite blue bib jumpsuit and white sneakers, I packed up my hair in a high ponytail before I glanced back at the mirror. Yeah am ready.

____ ____ "Because no one else can do it. Opening the prison isn't just waiting for five centuries, the person who opens it must be a really strong person. And..." "And?" Noah asked curiously. "And only a special person can open it without having to wait five centuries." Baba Farra Fanga II took a sip of his drink. Recalling past events made his emotions increase. "Who is that person Baba? The one who has imprisoned the Magic King, that very powerful person." Noah is really confused by all this. Why doesn't he know anything? "He's Beliast Aberdeen. A very powerful person, he's the first person to open the Dungeon's Shadow Prison or even the last person to be able to open it."

Your turn. Maya stepped to the intercom. "Dr. Caldwell, I'm Maya Chen. I coordinate the Northeastern Confederation. I'm not military. I'm a survivor who's spent ten years rebuilding civilization after your accident killed it. We're here because Dr. Navarro at the CDC traced the climate cycles to this facility. We know what you're trying to do. We want to help you succeed." "No one can help. The system is too complex. Too unstable. External interference makes it worse."

I took the laptop up to my room and closed the door behind me. I accessed my email and opened the John Gold file again. He was five foot ten inches, with light brown hair. He was short for a man and his personality showed his affliction. He had short man syndrome. He wasn’t in terrible shape but he could be in better shape. He was filthy rich, exclamation on the filthy part and the surprising factor, I was friends with his son, Robert Gold.

After she ran and when she was sitting on the steps of the church. Suddenly she was transported back to where her nightmare had ended this time she was no longer scared. The man popped his head out the door. He was handsome, but looked very young. His blonde hair looked like a halo around his head. “Well are you coming in or not?” He asked. But when Abigail looked back she didn’t see a man. She saw a boy, barely seventeen, with golden hair. He was wearing a white robe, it made him look holy. Abigail felt calm in his presence.

And just then Benjamin saw a cute little boy, blushing as he came out of the broad back of Noah. "Ohh he. He is Yo. Wayo Sal. From Economics". He playfully ruffled his hair. Earning a whine from him. Eric looked at him. Carefully. He sounded familiar. But where? This boy was cute, hell cute, with lenses. Pale skin. Chubby cheeks that were tinted pink and those plump lips he was biting to calm his nerves. "So Noah you gonna help me in the star moon competition"? Eric shook his thoughts about Yo and turned serious.