Novel & Cerita Guest 666 Fanart

I held his eyes for a moment and shrugged again. “Am I supposed to panic? Knock yourself out. Not like you don’t know the story already, right? So? The coordinates?” He chuckled under his breath and made me turn to the table and pointed at the plot land map. “The iron thing checks. Now we gotta go check the other five.” His words felt like a slap in the back of my head. “Wait! Six coordinates, six stars, six ghosts. Too much of a—” “Holy shit! Three sixes like in 666? What the fuck’s going on here? Is it some kind of portal to hell?”

That night, under the gaze of the Moon Goddess, I swore I’d grant him sixty-six favors, no matter right or wrong. We weren’t fated mates. However, years ago, Liam had pursued me with a fierce devotion. He even snuck into the dark woods to pick my favorite berries and shielded me on the battlefield time and time again, which gave him sixty-six scars. So, I gave him sixty-six favors. For seven years, he never once used them until six months ago, when Isabella came back. He’d burned through sixty-three of them. This was the sixty-fourth. My chest heaved, and my nails dug into my palms. Slowly, I bowed my head and apologized with the formal Luna etiquette.

I followed him, unsure of why we were here. “Hi, welcome to Starbucks. How may I help you?” The cashier said this with a bright smile. Who's that happy at seven in the morning? “Five” was all Six said. The cashier nodded before her, and Six grabbed my arm and took me to the kitchen. “I don’t think we're supposed to be back here.” He ignored me as we walked past the kitchen and into what looked like an office. There was no one there, and apparently, that was the point. He signaled for me to sit down, which I did before the door opened. It revealed a guy who’s slightly shorter than Six but isn’t any less intimidating, especially with his equally taut muscles. He looks Spanish with his rich, bl

Half an hour later, I arrived at the in-patient ward on the third floor. Before I could open the door and enter, Marco’s voice drifted from the other side of the wooden frame. “Lorenzo, you went too far this time. The money was set aside for your wedding with Naomi. It’s a million bucks. Did you give every last penny to Gianna to get the penthouse? Aren’t you terrified that Naomi’s going to dump you for standing her up today, too?

“Okay, girls. It’s time for the movie. Everyone voted on the Crow. Are you in or out?” Amara and I nod our heads. “Oh, we’re in.” She answers. Amara and I love the Crow. There’s just something about a hot rocker guy who comes back to avenge his true love’s death that gets our heart pumping. Nevaeh whoops with excitement. “Hell, yeah, let’s do this.” Once the movies over, we stretch our limbs and pour a couple more drinks. We sit in a circle in front of the coffee table as Nevaeh explains why Mikhail looks like the star of the movie. None of us really refute her claim. Mikhail cross could be Eric Draven’s twin with his rocker vibe, dark hair, and brooding good looks.

I left the room and sent Ace to keep her company for the night. Going back toward my office i find some mail that's been sent to me while i was away. I have over ten letters, all in pink, all covered in glitter. I opened the first message only to he shocked. "Dear daddy ghost. I'm the perfect little for you. Just leave that cry baby you keeping around and come have a real woman. Love your only little" The next few emails were really similar, all of them demanding i leave Arya and go to whoever this person is.