I Will Never Lose Again Zoro Novels & Stories

I can hear her huge laughs in there and she gets out of the class. I get out of the class and stand in front of the mirror staring my own swollen eyes for quite minutes. "No! No! Zara! You can't give up. You can't just give up after this much. You have to be strong and fight with him till his last attack," I wipe away my tears and splash water in my face as they slowly wash away that salty water away from my face. After wiping away my face, I look at the mirror one more time. "Yes, Zara. You can't give up. You have to be strong and not scared of these zombies who want to suck my blood. You sure have to give their answer of pebble with a stone. Yes! You have to do it," I say as I motivate mys

The small white man was already on his knees and the crowd was shouting for blood. The next fifteen minutes amazed everyone. The smaller one was persistent. With his sword, he kept on slashing and chipping away at the giant thanks to his speed. No one knew who would win. The mediator finally stepped in when the smaller man dropped unconscious. He was close to winning. It was his body that gave out first. The crowd just clapped normally for the victory of the giant. It was obvious that everyone vouched for the smaller one to win. This was Gairoshi. Because of the presence of the crowd, the pressure was doubled. When the first match ended, almost half of the crowd stood to empty their bowels.

I guessed they hadn't met someone as notoriously and scarily handsome as he was. For Alessandro, he was like a Greek god. By his side were two guys, Leon and Zipco. Their faces were stern as they stood at his back. I had never understood how they came to be his left and right hands. Leon barely spoke; he just stood there, seeming to mope at anyone or everyone. I hated him. I know that might be a strong word, but there was nothing fascinating about him that I had seen. He was always too cold, even to kids. As for Zipco, he was somewhat similar, but I would say he was better than Leon. Zipco was fun to be around when he was drunk; he kept you entertained, and you'd enjoy every conversation.

Draco's deathly aura when he entered the van indicated he was in one of his worst moods, which was very surprising considering he had been with the lady boss just a few moments ago. Let's face it, Draco had finally been showing human emotions these past few weeks ever since he met Miss Jones. The man was previously like a robot who, apart from his deathly glares and his signature frigid scowl that always adorned his face, showed no emotion that could tell you what he was thinking or feeling inside.

"Go to Aunt Cleo!" Aqua's heart pounded in her chest as she stumbled towards the door, her legs shaking with fear. She glanced back to see her parents fighting valiantly, their magic clashing with the dark energy of their attackers. Milak's elemental fury and Zara's healing light intertwined in a beautiful yet tragic dance of power and sacrifice. But it wasn't enough. Milak fell first, a blast of dark energy striking him down. Zara's scream of anguish pierced the air as she knelt beside him, her light flickering and fading. The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares.

he stammered as he touch my left ring finger. I looked into his eyes, and I could see his worries. His hand touches my face. "I'm here Selene," he whispered, "I will always be here. I promise to protect you, no matter what." I closed my eyes, wanting to believe his promises. I have heard of it a thousand times, but it also recollected painful memories, remembering his eyes daggered my spirit as he lost his trust and love, hurting my heart when he pushed me out of his life and did not even listen to my pleading. I beg him many times until lost myself in grief. I am terrified to go through it again.

Corinna looked at him for a moment. "You're right," she said. "Patience without discernment is waiting. But action without understanding what you actually have —" she held his gaze "— is how you lose assets you can never recover." The moderator moved on quickly, the way good moderators did when something in a panel suddenly had two layers. The room had felt it. Several people shifted in their seats. Someone in the third row leaned toward the person beside them. Dorian, she knew without looking, was somewhere in that audience.

Once Aizu calmed a bit, she understood that Golden had helped her a lot since they met for the first time, if he had reached the point to ordering her using his status as her master, there should be a good reason. Golden nodded as Aizu finally gave up the battle. Ange was still tired after healing Zack. If Aizu was also crippled, Ange wouldn't have enough strength to heal her before someone used natural healing. "Don't worry. I will deal with her in the next round." Golden's voice was still cold, but Aizu felt that Golden's cold personality was even more reliable than his usual self. As Aizu gave up, the referee announced Lor's victory. However, Lor wasn't happy to win without battling. Alth

"You think you can defeat me? I still got one last power I haven't used in a long time, I used it on my late brother, you didn't just expect my backstabbing to kill him, did you?" "You seem to talk about your brother a lot as if he died with both of your kidneys." Zinedine said from where he is. "I will win this fight Zinedine, let's see who will tell jokes then." Nevera growls out and places a hand between his face, facing the other side and then closes his eyes. "By the power of Zorvath, I command you to awaken once again," Nevera whispered, his voice dripping with reverence. The air around them began to distort, reality bending to accommodate the ancient power. A dark vortex erupted benea

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"