Gig Of The Day Chapter 19 นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It was about two souls that had become a single, unbreakable frequency. END OF CHAPTER 19....

**⚠️ Major trigger warring in this chapter. Rape, abuse and torture! ⚠️** Garrick's POV It's just after dinner, and I'm Just about finished going over the plans for tomorrow night. Looking for loopholes, mistakes, or anything I may have missed. I look at the map, all the plans and everything looks in order. I feel happy with what I see and sit back in my chair. I let out a long breath as I run my hands down my face.

* Clenching its 2 giant fists the red body of the Gigante suddenly went redder and steam can be seen going out from its red body *gulp* “We are doomed...”- Bobby. he looks at the Gigantes with hate and fear and chill made him numb

Darius was slowly growing frustrated but he couldn't let it show at least not right now. - End Of Chapter 19: Good & Morning -

She quietly whispered some Latin words, which sparked fire in the wall making a door engrave into the wall. The once nonexisited door opened with a wall of smoke. Gigi looked at us giving a follow me kind of look. As she disappeared into the door Trent swore then stormed in behind gigi. we followed cautiously matt and mia followed behind zane and I. it felt like hours we climbed down the dark dust cover stair with little light to guide us. Gigi held some kind of glowing ball in her hand as trent was behind her going on and on about the little brat which we were going to see.

Next chapter will be a bummer 😁😁😁 Get ready for some actionaire 😁😁😩

I said. "I always work at the same speed," he said, without looking up. "You simply have varying amounts of patience." I left him to it. In the hallway, I stopped and stood with my back against the wall and let myself feel the shift — the movement from a direction that had no good end to a direction that had a possible one. It wasn't hoped, exactly. It was the absence of a particular kind of despair, which was its own thing. Survivable. Giga came back from the northern perimeter on a Thursday with the wind-bitten look of someone who has spent too many days outside in the wrong kind of weather and considers this unremarkable.

The sentence was beginning. End of chapter 116

I promised. Marie, a college student who came from a dysfunctional family living in a slum area where I met her a year ago. *** “Good morning, Sir. Welcome to Chikenasal,” a counter crew welcomed me with the beam and energy as I stepped forward after waiting the line in a fast-food chain so I could bring this to my wife Aileen to her workplace since she left the house without having her breakfast. “Yes, thank you. Can I take one C1 breast part and One chicken soup.” ‘

****** Here is the chapter of the day my lovelies, I was trying to write the next, for this delay, but I am literally asleep so you will have it tomorrow. Let me know what you think!