Hyper Eggman Novels & Stories

She and Waylen stepped inside the elevator and stood there, waiting for the doors to close. Just as the elevator door were about to close, a man's hand quickly reached in and pushed the button, causing the doors to reopen. Larisa looked up to see the man gesturing to someone behind him. "Get in, boss," the man said, and Larisa's heart sank as she saw Marcellus Huxley, her ex-husband, step into the elevator. Larisa quickly turned her face and Waylen's towards the wall, slightly covering his mouth with her hand. Waylen looked up at his mom with confusion, but Larisa smiled and nodded at him reassuringly.

It was a symbol of farewell to death. “We understand.” They knew what to do. Awkwardly, they bent his upper body and gave their respect to the new lord of the Underworld. The one who inherited Shadow’s legacy. Hisoka. The oldest Potential Lab Rat - although he wasn’t the oldest - and also the longest survivor. “Brother?” Eagle tilted his head while being hugged by the massive Sleepy. “Give him to me.” Sleepy did, silently at that despite his mouth mumbling something controversial under his breath.

I feel bad we really haven't talked in a while. I ring the doorbell, her dad opens the door for me in his police uniform. Her dad is a cop. "Hello Mr Phillips." I say with a smile. "Hello Sofia, how are you doing?" He asks as he motions me to come inside. "I'm fine sir and you." "I'm fine, how was the charity event." He asks. "It was good, so rewarding." I say with a smile. "It's really good of you to help the community." He says. Her dad might be an asshole dad alot of the time to Jasmine but he values the community and is always happy to see Jasmine, Paula and I working the charity event with my aunt.

Eren cries out enthusiastically, clapping his hands. I frown at my son as he comes to stand beside me and takes my hand. Why does his taste also has to be so similar with his father? After rolling up his sleeves, Erden walks to my car. He bites on his lips as he opens the hood of the vehicle. I then notice the huge letter ‘H’ which is on his left inner forearm. It has been self-inflicted for sure. I hate self-harming but it looks kinda hot on him. It must be because it’s the first letter of my name.

She would have to increase the dose. "Enjoy it while it lasts. At least your husband survived the war.” “You are unbelievable” Ejima shook her head as relief caged her soul. Maybe the drugs were working after all. “Uche was just lucky." She said, "it’s what one can call, a meagre of wavering luck. Besides, your husband was the better soldier. He risked his life for us. His legacy will remain for all time,” “Legacy,” Nneamaka said and picked up a cassava tuber with the edge of her knife, “Legacy will not bring him back. His name has already been carved on the sand of time, but that would not bring him back to life.”

It was all my role after all. Indeed I cursed myself who became a Haier Elvian. Thinking if this would bring unfortunate to me. But now, I was relieved. It actually helped my friends here. Also, my life seemed in the easy mode because of that. Besides being able to speak several languages in this world, I could see clearly in the darkness with no light at all. Hearing any sound in a distant place. The whole of my physical senses and senses strengthened. As if I was a superhero who had appeared in the movie. Yes, it was true. This was all thanks to this body. "Never mind, Kak Shella. If I didn't turn into a Haier-Elvian, I'm not sure I could accept your thanks." I said slowly. The girl looked

' 'Just reach out and you can directly take the eggs, but take it one at a time and eat it at soon as you get it. Phil agreed with En's plan since taking multiple eggs will just alert the spiders that were arranging them. Phil reached out his hand and carefully took one of the eggs. The egg was as large as an emu egg, he felt it was squishy and warm and would sometimes pulsate on his hand. His face distorted utterly disgusted at the sensation he was feeling. 'Eat it quickly or your energy will turn to 0.'

And he was most definitely not Earnest. He was tall, with a lean, almost predatory grace, dressed in a dark, tailored suit that seemed to absorb the light. His hair was araven black, slicked back from a sharp, angular face. But it was his eyes that held me captive – a piercing, unsettling shade of emerald green, so unlike the warm, sky-blue of Earnest’s. They were cold, calculating, and unnervingly familiar. A shiver, not of cold but of a primal unease, traced its way down my spine.