Ink Sans Underverse Novels & Stories

I said, trying to defuse the situation. “Of course I am.” Then he hugged me, his mate swaying slightly. I reached out to steady her. “You might want to ensure your mate can stay balanced with the mess you got her into.” I joked, and he let me go, giving her an apologetic look. “I only have to do this once… hopefully. I’m Inez, by the way.” Nothing in her smile looked happy.

I stared at the gray undergarment, studying the yellow Batman symbol on it. My mind was bouncing around one thought: Jace Storme liked my underwear. Or at least he'd said. My mind was dancing happily—Jace Storme had liked my underwear!—but my heart was telling me that he was just joking. Nobody, especially not Jace Storme, could like anything I owned. I was a nobody. He was a somebody. No, he was Jace Storme.

With the stealth of a burglar and the heart of a Bollywood heroine, she slipped the speaker inside the shoe rack just beside the door, aimed the sound upward, and turned it on. She opened her phone, went to her “MORNING CHAOS” playlist, and tapped play. Suddenly, at 6:00 AM sharp, the entire upstairs room erupted with a full-volume: 🎶 “Jai Jai Shiv Shankar! Kaanta Lage Na Kankar!” 🎶 The bass shook the windows. She ran. Barefoot. Laughing. Anklets jingling like rebellious bells as she disappeared downstairs into the kitchen, where her sleepy mother sipped chai and muttered, “This house is cursed.”

But, this was only their second time facing these troublemakers. The first time was years ago. Right before Hisoka’s death. Or, during their first independence. And nothing prepared them more than that time. Their independence day wasn’t just mere folklore. They manifested it into existence and the result was apparent. And the Underworld developed into what was going on at the moment. “What are you trying to propose, wearing a full set of your formal attire, son, daughter?” Ibrahim drummed his fingers on his cheeks.

Looking at her face, he smiled gently and said, 'Don't worry, I'm fine. He knew very well about his body, and it would be fine. Cassie looked at the blush on his face and was a little worried. She felt that it was not a cold, but a fever. 'Don't worry. If I don't feel well, I'll tell you.' After Javen finished speaking, he set off. The Underworld was located in the suburbs. This place was quite hidden, so ordinary people couldn't find it at all. Cassie was an excellent hacker, so she knew where every Underworld was in different cities.

The King Star has been one of the greatest achievements of the underworld after the Great Lycan, it was the most terrifying and insanely great thing to ever happen to a person and it came as a blessing or a curse to whoever possessed it. The King Star held great powers, powers that could match up to what the Great Lycan could do, it started as a thought, an imagination after the appearance of the First Great Lycan and after its death and futile efforts to bring forth another Great Lycan, it became a reality. A few of the Underworld rulers broke out to form an allyand experimented on their first male children with the fur and stolen blood they had gotten from the Lycan before its death. This

Celeste asked. "800 million," she turned to look at the doorway, "Do you think they'll just give away that amount of money to us? A damn high profile underground organization doesn't give that kind of money easily if they wouldn't benefit from it." "Is killing people easy?" Fumiya inserted A smirk formed from Audella's lips. "Yes, from the kind of way we're living, it's easy." "But I don't understand," Celeste sat on the couch as her brows formed into confusion, "Why would they raise the prize money?"

he exclaimed in a voice that implied a little longing. Yes, who would have thought that Cally Dominic who is an expert in various fields, say martial arts expert, close combat expert, marksman, data hacking expert, expert in using high-level weapons, has a thin brain, is famous for his arrogance and unrivaled beauty. even very famous in the brutality of killing the person whose target is the son of a high-ranking FBI agent, General Frederic Dominic?

VINEET'S POV (SILVER-HAIRED GUY) Issac... and I want all of you to stay away from me. (BROWN-HAIRED GUY) Ethan... and I won't mind some hot chicks. (BLUE-HAIRED GIRL) I am Riley and I like some hot guys.😉 (BLUE-EYED GIRL) I am Julia and that's my cousin Levias, he doesn't interact with useless people so be careful or you might get hurt.

Eland said, resting his right elbow on the door. "I'm sure Boss Sam wouldn't, but Beatrice feels pressured because it's something Alfred really wants." "Without the Quassanos, the Twin Dragons will continue to operate as usual. Sam's power shouldn't be underestimated. Unless Mr. Alfred chooses to stand beside Sam and accompany him in whatever he does." Eland reached for one of his sunglasses from his collection and handed it to Anne, just to shield her eyes from the glaring sunlight. "Are you sure you don't want to go to Flown?"