Novel & Cerita Hot Slenderman

She pressed in an amused tone, letting out a capricious laugh. On the wall opposite them, Shola particularly noticed a painting that had caught her eye. It depicted a young girl with half her face sad and the other half happy. She enjoyed gazing at the painting while Fèmi went to fetch some snacks for them. From across the room came a young man in his early twenties. He had a robust figure, well-groomed beard and a scarf tied on his head. A bit like an American bad boy. He wore a leather shirt and approached Shola with an elegant stride.

But Roland just leaned back against the wood paneled wall, arms crossed over his broad chest, wearing a lazy, confident smirk that seemed to enjoy the chaos we were in. When the meeting finally ended and the sponsors left, the room grew eerily silent. The air felt heavy, almost hard to breathe. Roland pushed off the wall and slowly approached me. His shadow enveloped me, making me feel incredibly small and trapped. He leaned in, his face so close to mine I could smell the mint and pine on his breath. "Three months of pretending, little omega," he whispered softly. His voice was a gentle, teasing rasp right against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. "I hope you are good at pretending."

Yet, just as the slender man's knife was about to strike, Godber suddenly extended his other hand. His two fingers tightly gripped the blade. The slender man was taken aback. Instinctively, he tried to twist the knife free with his hand. But it didn't budge. Godber's fingers were like a vice, firmly holding the blade in place. The slender man looked surprised as he raised his head, only to meet Godber's casual smile. "You're agile enough, but lacking in strength." With that, he exerted force. The slender man's knife was snapped in half by Godber's two fingers!

Well, he saw no need to be polite since they were going to do an inhumane act on him and sell him off like an object. "Watch your tongue, hands; I don't mind cutting it off." The man glared at him. "Besides, the hoe is not yet dead, master, since she is for now." He said it smirking, obviously waiting for the young, slender, and handsome-looking man lying tiredly in the room to ask him about the half-information he had just given. Rolling his eyes, he looked at the man with a bored expression, masking his face entirely. "Yeah, yeah, alright, here we go." The slender figure said it sarcastically.

“Here, give it to your uncle.” The skinny man frowned as he looked at the cloth. He grabbed the cloth and opened it, finding some dark jerky like things. He sniffed it and noticed the sweet smell. The skinny man looked at Hayate. “Where did you get this? And what the heck is this?” Hayate leaned closer and mouthed at him without voicing it. ‘Ponta Roots.’ The skinny man’s eyes almost bulged out of his sockets. “Are you really sure it’s…?”

Slender clapped his hands, gesturing them to work on whatever they were supposed to be doing. Thankfully, the crowd's eyes slowly started getting busy again without looking at me. They were back to their own businesses; shouting and laughing for whatever reason it was. I didn't bother to look at Fenris again. His stares were just thumping my heart so loud. I held my chest, slowly calming it. "You're not used to the spotlight, aren't you?" Slender's golden eyes smirked. I could say he was a heartthrob when he was younger. Even in his mid-sixties appearance, he was still looking like a hot daddy.

added the thinner man as he began fondling her body with his grubby hands…! Utterly disgusted, the weakened Xavia growled, “U-unhand me…! Von won’t believe for one second that I committed suicide…! That aside, there are cameras around, so you two won’t be able to get away that easily…! Who the hell are you two anyway…?! I’ve never offended you two…!” Gently caressing her cheek, the sinister fat man replied, “Heh. Isn’t it obvious? We were hired to do all this!”

Hiroto slaps him in the back while he chokes on his words and turns to Hiroto in his familiar tyrant look "I am not fat!!!!. You're all just thin little chopstick bitches.Adam, I am supporting you, so you owe me 5 bucks; Adam and I are not fat, we're buff. You're all toothpicks that we could break in half. So clearly we're the strongest of this group. Muahahahaha!!!"Everyone including me looks at him weirdly, it's like a kid on an extreme sugar rush and a serial killer together

His body was so thin that it appeared that only bones and skin held them together. But the stance he took in the room radiated the dignity of a seasoned expert. He stood there straight as an arrow as if nothing and no one could deter his person in any way or form. And his piercing eyes brought forth a shade of gold while he scrutinized the boys with his divine sense. “Yes we are.” Maru was calm amidst the blatant inspection whereas his friend Tiny Slim, obviously fidgeted on his spot. “Interesting. Either you have rare physiques or have an artifact on your body. So which is it?” the sickly man asked. He had examined the boys and determined without fail that they were indeed mortals.

Feeling uncomfortable with this awkward situation, Nina could only lower her face so she didn't have to look at the unfriendly face that the man was showing. However, instead of walking away quietly, the man approached Nina and stood right in front of her. If you look closely, it looks like this guy is slightly shorter than Aiden. Maybe around 185 cm. "Why is he even closer? Ouch...so bad, what else did I do wrong?" Her mind panicked. Nina really doesn't understand where she went wrong. "You were the one who made a fuss at the fashion show that time, right?" Asked the man. Suddenly, the question made people surprised and tried to pay attention to Nins's face.