Gundam Oc Novels & Stories

"My father got this on my 18th birthday. Champions are different from the first-generation Mobile Armor. They're the true combat Mobile Armors. They were with the Turmann family for countless years. Those Mobile Armors created after Champions were just some soulless broken pieces. They were tall. But they can only be controlled remotely. Humans can't enter those Mobile Armors. Thus, synesthesia systems don't exist for those Mobile Armors. They're just a bunch of meaningless machines."

I turned her towards the cameras, making sure the world saw the raw, uncovered coward she was. “The Luna title was a gift, Rhea the true owner has come for it.” I growled out, my voice vibrating through me. “Consider it revoked.” Then I dropped her to the ground, she hit the floor, gasping for air as the squad stood by, looking between us with uncertainty. I looked at the lead soldier, without blinking. “If I walk out and any of you are still standing here in sixty seconds I'll consider it an act of war.” I didn't wait for them to leave, I walked out on them in a total dismissal, as I walked back to the elevator

I’ve decided to watch it this month since I will be bored at home as it’s a bit forbidden for me to go out. After watching the first episode of season eight for a couple of minutes, Eren appears in the salon in a grey t-shirt and black sweatpants. I quickly cross my legs, trying to look presentable. Taking a glance at me, he looks at the television and exclaims. “Oh, Tvd.” He plops down on the couch beside me and steals some popcorn. “You’re a fan of?” I ask curiously, not expecting him to know what is Tvd in the first place. Umm no. The fact that a bodyguard watches Turkish movies is more surprising.

getting worried for Me. Of course I never parted with the necklace which had a green jade pendent on it. It was the only thing that could connect me to my real parents but today I wanted Wayne to have it. I could find my parents from this but the bitter reality of getting rejected by them or the thought that they aren't in this world scares me the most. Wayne always loved sparkly things and she always had a liking to my pendent and today I wanted her to have it. In this world all what matters is her happiness nothing more than that. I looked at her... her eyes still at the pendent in my hand I pulled her near and put the small necklace on her. "It looks good on you" I smiled looking at her.

"You proved your worth tonight. Real power commands respect." I met his gaze. "Then I accept." The room erupted in thunderous applause. The same Alphas who had once looked down on me were now clapping for me. But I knew it wasn't out of respect. It was out of fear. Fear of the power I now held. Fear of losing the only Omega who could make "Serenity." I faced the cameras, smiling at the audience watching the broadcast. "My fellow wolves, starting tonight, no one will ever be judged by their bloodline again."

Did I say something wrong? Ford glances at his mate, but he continues, “We believe everyone has an important part in the pack, regardless of what it is. Everyone is taught war tactics and how to fight. People will always underestimate omegas and children. These tactics and fighting moves may be exactly what will save them one day.”

the head warrior signaled, noticing that even one of his companions hesitated to attack me. Who would bother attacking a mere omega? Another warrior sighed and shook his head. "Omega..." He chuckled, looking me up and down. "What do you want to receive, Omega? A punch? Or a kick?" I didn't answer, I simply bowed. My action made it difficult for the warriors to harm me. To them, I was like a flimsy piece of paper that would fly away with a single blow. Nala remained hidden within the depths of my mind, unwilling to assist me.

“If Lilith takes this pack, she’ll strip our defenses first. The warriors will have nothing but their claws. That’s why I need you to stand ready—without question, without hesitation.” Callen looked up finally, meeting her eyes. There was no softness in his gaze, but there was recognition. “You always did know how to prepare for a fight before it came knocking.” “Because by the time it knocks, it’s already inside,” Nicole replied. His mouth curved into the faintest of smirks. “You have my word, Luna.” Two more voices. Two more anchors. By late afternoon, the training grounds were humming again. Nicole didn’t step into the center this time—she didn’t need to. She leaned casually against the r

Fought meaner. When Garrick sneered, I aimed for his knee. When Sera mocked, I feinted high and struck low. Pain became familiar, but so did anger. I let it burn brighter than fear. I let it fuel fists and feet until even Dante nodded, approval sharp as his scars. “You’re learning,” he said. “Finally.” “I’m not dead yet.” “Yet.” Tion was always watching. Sometimes from the balcony, other times from the shadows of training yards, silent as the seasons changing. Once, he caught my wrist mid-spar, twisting it until my blade dropped.

M&M, the new and improved version. Matt smiled and nodded. "The only one with a lifetime warranty." - Oh yes. You bet. We leaned into each other and our lips touched, sealing our deal forever.