Romans & histoires Herzog

I don’t know who this person is, but he or she is pissing me off. Thankfully it is Friday, and I can be home for the next two days. I talked with Doug the day after our meeting and asked about a guard for Everly. He thought that was a good idea. He told me that he had the perfect guy and would call me back after talking with him. I am guessing that if this is one of his friends or a guy who works for him, he knows Everly and will agree without hesitation. The guy that Doug sent started yesterday. His name is Giovanni, or Gio for short. He and Everly seem to get along ok so far. I was concerned, considering he is only 25, but Doug told me that there is no one he trusts more than Gio.

the stranger asked. “No Sir,” Ara replied. “I would have throttled you to death,” the stranger said in a deadly tone. Ara looked at the man perplexed. The stranger smiled at Ara before he said, “My name is Friedrich Ron Arnold, the philosopher who discovered the Impossible Destination, my son Jürgen and his mother are upstairs asleep.” Ara was breathless.

Yvrozz asked seriously. Butler Zi let a loud sigh in relief when Yvrozz is starting to cool off. 'Thank goodness, I won't be dead.' He cleared his throat before he start talking,"He is Ezekiel Fhilip Felice, also known as Kiel. He's famous for being strong and also a mysterious man at the same time, besides no one really knows about his full name except his parents, me and Zenah. He's an aloof type of a person, with a suck personality that even I can't stand."Also a pervert horny bastard.

"Russell's sponsor is asking him to fight new year's eve. But I worry his ribs might not be fully healed by then." "Sponsor? Russ... You didn't tell me you had a sponsor? Way to go, son." he says happily, making Russell close his eyes as if I had just revealed a dark secret. "Who's your sponsor?" he asks. Both Russell and I respond at the same time. "No one important." "Knights Enterprise." Uncle Fred's jaw clenched, and I could see his face turn angrily. "Knights Enterprise?" he turns to Russell, who has his eyes closed and hands fisted.

Noah asked for anticipation while staring fixedly at the woman in front of him. "Hahaha ... Noah Retter crown prince, you quickly found out. Truly a Retter descendant." Shit! This witch is very disgusting. Using all means for something secret. Is it she aiming to get a higher position? The position has no benefits at all. "Tch! You're so disgusting to be a teacher! " Noah hissed sharply. Mrs. Zoe chuckled softly. She gave Noah a disdainful look. For her only, she is the best. Gladys was terrified right now. She gripped her brother's hand tightly.

Zürich, Switzerland, is familiar to everyone. It is a country often nicknamed Heaven because of its mountain scenery. It is also famous for its vineyards and many valleys that spoil the eyes. Angelica Gabriella Christopher, the second daughter of Kenneth Christopher and Queenzella Perrson, the owners of a wine factory that is very famous among the old money, was born in this beautiful place, blessed with a perfect body, a gorgeous face, and a brilliant brain.

ENZO CLINTON! ​

Hannah interrupted. “Hush. Second place would be Joachim, his bad boy image helped him get to that place. Followed by Sigvard, Henrik, Flint, and Zouhair. Did I forget to name someone? Ah, Ezio. No, Zouhair can be placed after Ezio. So, Alexios, Joachim, Sigvard, Henrik, Flint, Ezio, and Zouhair. Done!” Hannah just looked at Astrrid, who was clapping her hands in glee, in resignation.

"Good evening, Mr. Hemmings. How can we assist you today? The woman who had assisted Magdalena in purchasing her chocolates greeted the elderly man as "Mr. Hemmings." Magdalena, upon hearing the name, turned her gaze toward the old man, intrigued by the familiarity of his surname. The shop's attendant deftly gathered the chocolates Mr. Hemmings ordered, placing them in a box. It was apparent that this visitor was well-acquainted with the shop's offerings. Magdalena couldn't help but wonder about the significance of this name in Boris City.

But in this batch, there is one soldier who has caught my attention—Zion. Zion is a quiet and enigmatic figure among the Bravata ranks. His jet-black hair frames a face that seems perpetually shrouded in shadows. He seldom speaks, and when he does, it is in measured, cryptic phrases that leave those around him with more questions than answers. His eyes, though, are the most unsettling feature—deep, piercing orbs that seemed to hold secrets untold.