Novel & Cerita I Raised A Beast Sub Indonesia

My eye wandered to the main gate of the mansion as it opened and an expensive black jeep drove into the yard. Silvia's voice snapped in the earpiece again, yanking me back to reality. "Um, I just got intel from Isabella. That jeep… the person inside that jeep is supposed to be your stepmother's bomb supplier. You have to prevent the exchange from happening." "Roger that," I muttered, letting the cold fury take over. Years of training with Fernando, training that I had tried to bury, came rushing back with ruthless efficiency.

Breathing in fast paces, still staring at me, yet, like I was a foreign entity. “Bastard.” He suddenly seethed, in a doubled voice. “What? Who are you talking about?” I cried out, pouting my lips in hurt at his sudden state. “Teta…” He trailed his father’s name out fiercely, hands in defense like he was protecting himself from something. When he transformed, his beast stood up, pouncing on the floor in a heavy thud. As he did, broken shambles followed, destroying the entire piece and everything that it entailed.

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Of course Christopher Henry Jameson—also known as Beast- wasn't the average man. He stood 6'5" and weighed three hundred and two pounds. He didn't like the extra three pounds. He rather liked being in the two hundred weight range even if it was by just one or two pounds. Regardless, there wasn't an ounce of fat on his perfect body. Beast was muscles on top of muscles, yet not hulking like some of the others that worked in the Marine Corps division assigned to The Department of Home Land Security, or better known as DHS. Too big made you slow. He'd seen guys bigger than him hospitalized during the CRUCIBLE training.

I woke up from the sound of my stomach growling, without a word; I stood up from lying on my bed; my face was a little hurt from the incident earlier when I saw my reflection, a big purple bruise. I sighed and held my cheek, and started to heal myself. My mom and dad were fascinated with my gift for healing, but it wasn't extravagant; like the doctors from our tribe, I could heal simple wounds or, like mine—Bruises.

" The Beast God's voice rang out with immense authority. We looked down at our feet. Below us stretched a dense primeval forest, the continent where the beastmen made their home. When we first fell onto this continent in our previous life, both my sister, Lydia Miller, and I had fear written deep in our eyes. The howling of wild beasts announced the law of the jungle that ruled this place. So, Lydia chose the beast woman identity without hesitation. "A beast-eared woman has its own kind of charm," she said. After making her choice, she looked at me smugly, imagining how adorable she'd look. The Beast God told us that on this beastman continent, females were extremely rare. A single female co

Chapter 15 Beast *** Content Warning: This chapter might contain violence, abuse, crime, or triggering factors that may be harmful, disturbing, or traumatizing to some. Reader discretion is advised. Thank you. *** POV: Shea Vestine - Thorne “Oh, gosh! I really can’t believe what happened last night!” Carrie exaggeratedly exclaimed as she sat beside her on the huge rock near the riverbank.

Being so helpless, unable to stop her by calling out to her or holding her back from leaving the safety of their home had been harrowing. Elisen had held Ira back despite her urgings otherwise, the two of them watching as Calli made her way out of their home, down the steps, and towards the edge of their backyard where the forest met with their land. There, she stopped and seemed to wait for him. And, like a spectral with the full moon shining down upon them- almost as if the moment had been rehearsed by the very Universe, the Beast King emerged and met her halfway.

The Indonesia Awards itself is a giant corporate social responsibility agenda that aims to find young people who have contributed to society in the fields of education, environment, small and medium enterprises (SMEs), health, and technology. The next day, Titus was seen taking care of the pigeons at his home on Jalan Karah Gang 5C/15, Surabaya. Titus does not just maintain but has become a hobby. Moreover, Titus' pigeons have won achievements in several competitions. This means, his dedication to the dove has become an addiction.