Geometry Dash Avalanche Novels & Stories

I whined as we stood aimlessly in the driveway turned parking lot. She folded her arms and I sighed staring down at the tar ground, releasing a low puff of air in defeat, “low profile and hidden shots, no up close and personal ones... Avoid taking shots of Chris, so yeah, basically the usual,” I finished, “can we go in now?” I huffed throwing my hands up, “I mean the parties already started and prince charming’s waiting,” I huffed. After giving me a thorough check up with her scrutinizing gaze, her eyes travelled toward the villa behind me, relaxing her stance, “Alight, let’s go.”

CHAPTER 11- AUNT MAGGIE ZAHRA'S POV I walked out of the Kashem estate gates to meet Dashiell who stood outside, leaning on the door to his luxurious, black Chevrolet Corvette C8, and waiting patiently for me. Our eyes locked as I began to saunter over to him, my black stiletto heels making a crunching sound on the tarred road. I swayed my hips unknowingly, allowing my long wavy hair that cascaded down my back to bounce up and down.

He was caught off guard last time but this time, he had Jim get him new gauntlets that were acceptable in the ring. As the wheel spun, he put the gauntlets on. They were a pair of plain silver coloured gauntlets that covered his hands all the way to his elbows. The wheel slowed to a stop. "And his opponent," Horr yelled from the middle of the ring. "Dash!" †††††† Name: Dash Age: Hidden Height: 5"8 feet Ability: Dark Dash †††††† Dash was clad in all black that covered every single part of him except for his eyes. He was like a ninja and even used a black dagger that he reverse-gripped.

GRACE'S POV Without so much as a warning, Susan dropped the shorts, successfully flashing me just before the shirt she had on covered her up. I looked away, using my hand to block my vision. “Okay, woah.” “What?” She asked innocently. “Nothing. Thank you for flashing me though. Very much needed morning visual.” She laughed. “Oh, please. We're all the same.” She grabbed her things and made her way down the corridor. “I need to shower my sins away. Please, have breakfast ready by the time I'm out.”

this Dasher girl was sarcastic today. "Well, aren't you always sarcastic?" she intertwined her fingers together. "What do you want, Swamp Goddess?" The lady in front of Vlora Dasher was a gorgeous one...the one who would want to stop you in tracks just to see her thoroughly. She had violet eyes twinkling with unique light on it, her long blonde hair let loose reaching down to her lower back. Dressed up in a high side slit dress and a deep neck, her lips were black. "The same thing all of you want..." she smirked and Vlora understood what she meant.

Dash moves from his bike, taking one step towards me, ending the distance between us as he leans closer to my ear. “Your body is betraying you, Grace. Your breathing is fast and your face is flustered. You want me, Grace, and the sooner you admit it to yourself, the sooner we can fuck,” he whispers in my ear. My eyes widen and I stop breathing for a few seconds, trying to contradict his words, but he chuckles as he watches me and winks, grabbing his helmet and putting it on. I watch as Dash straddles his bike and drives away, making me sit on the end of the sidewalk trying to get my brain to function properly.

Right after he said that, Dash felt that something was not right with himself. How could he almost reveal his girlfriend's identity? He originally intended to save his girlfriend's identity until the end and use it to deliver a fatal blow to Eevonne. However, at that moment, Dash truly could not stand Eevonne's indifference and calmness. She did not even bat an eyelid. He actually got so anxious and sheepish that he used his girlfriend's identity to overpower Eevonne.

Patrick uttered, still not settled. There’s a grunt coming from the walkie-talkie. It was Gracea, seemingly reluctantly agreeing with Patrick’s words. Not even a second later, several sharp ice shards appeared and traveled at the same speeds of a bullet, stabbing straight at the zombies’ heads. Some zombies tried to dodge, probably sensing their impending dooms, but because the ice shards were faster, they couldn’t escape their fate. Patrick giggled, “Thanks, grumpy, much appreciated.”

Asher ordered quickly, before the vampire on the hood smashed the windshield. Jamie opened her door, just as a third vampire hopped onto the roof of the car. The petite girl ducked and rolled out of the vehicle, and instantly got on her feet and began to run in the direction Asher instructed her to. Asher kicked the rest of the windshield and hopped out of his seat to meet with the vampire who was prepared to challenge him. George managed to use the door to hit the vampire who had latched onto his neck, making the pale creature lose his grip. George hopped out of the car only to be tackled by the third vampire. Asher extended his claws fully as well as his fangs, and he didn't waste any time