Guoba Standing Up Novels & Stories

Gon gave a small smile as if saying, ‘Master… please, let’s take this opportunity' Su Yeon scratched her head and rearranged everyone. Now on her left side, she had Mother Yoon and Wang Lufan, whereas, on her right side, she had Prof. Song and Gon. Qiang captured it, but for a few seconds, he got lost in that moment… He saw a happy family standing there on the opposite side… A couple with their 3 children… Where two brothers were standing on both ends, like the pillar of the family, and the youngest one was standing in the middle, between both the parents…

“Standby with your hands like this...” Goro said, preparing Nozomi for the start of the song. He stood close to her and casually touched her hands like they were familiar with each other. “Watanabe-san, you asked me what era I was from, didn’t you?” “Hm? Yeah?” [Coast is clear!] BaoBao gave the green light. “How about you guess?” She sneered and turned her face to look at Goro.

Zao POV "Tradition is tradition. We do not know better than our fathers," Miniter Stan said calmly, stroking his silver beard in a attempt to appear unruffled. The others nodded eagerly, whispering among themselves in agreement. Kibi, however, shifted uncomfortably, his eyes darting towards them with a hint of unease.

"It's okay, look at me. It will only take a second." Gripping onto his hand tightly, I walk in slowly, thankful I'm wearing my comfy ankle boots instead of heels. As soon as we step in, Gabe presses the button with 30 on it and my eyes widen at the sight. Okay, I'm going up. This will be fine, as Gabe said it will only take a second.

Bo added. I watched as they all stood a little taller, this gave me a little hope that maybe, just maybe they can push their pride to the side and actually move forward with everything.

After Cuzo clapped both of his hand and releasing his two servants, Gabriele stretches his brows inside the smiley mask, the tension hiding inside his bone grew intense as he clenches his fist tightly and prepared to attack at any time the other party standing there with a leisure appearance like what attitude Clone had shown to Gabriele a while ago, but still the leisure appearance of this newcomer guy is much more leisure as if, treating an enemy nearby him ‘a piece of cake’.

Gabe groaned – tired of the silence they didn't usually create for some reason. He looked at the two people on his left, they seemed to have the same boredom as him. Gabe tilted his body to the left, then gave all his attention to the two people who were looking down at each other – looking at their fingers, as well as his sneakers which looked dirty with the dust of the street. "Guys...?" call Gabe to both of them. Malia and Archie looked at each other in unison, then straightened their bodies, giving all their attention to Gabe who was wearing a smile.

The young helped the old, the tribal leaders maintained the order among their groups, and a week later they reached the southernmost settlement of the goblins. When the river of returnees flooded the clearing in front of the main gate of the settlement, the door opened and a heavily armoured goblin came out in front of them. Nio could see the archers stationed at the barricades, waiting. Shieena stepped forward, with Nio on her heels, and began talking with the goblin.

They began to chant as the three acephalous, the headless men dressed in black robes with white trim, marched up to the podium. 'Damn Legolas, where are you now? You’re too long.' he thought while shaking. Obligichaun suddenly trod on something hard, but it broke. As his eyes fixed on the lifeless stare of the dead body in front of him, he crawled away, trying his best to keep himself from shouting. He trembled and bit his hands, trying to contain his sobs with everything he had. He's unable to be heard. Because the beasts are still performing, he can't be heard.

She stepped carefully around a stand of young trees and saw them. Three figures stood near a shallow clearing where the ground dipped and water collected in a narrow pool. One crouched by the edge, filling a container. Another adjusted a bundle laid out on a cloth. The third stood slightly apart, scanning the trees with a posture that suggested habit rather than fear. They wore practical clothing, worn but intact, the marks of distance rather than deprivation. Tyla stopped where she was, visible but not advancing. The moment stretched just long enough to be acknowledged. The standing figure saw her first. His posture shifted—not threatening, not startled, simply attentive. He said something