Novel & Cerita Invincible Adam

There’s no way Adam’s clothes would have fit me considering he's at least 6” shorter and significantly smaller in the muscles department. Adam is an Omega, which is why he is such a great doctor. Omegas are caring and loving, they are the backbone of most packs. They love to take care of others and are always so empathetic. Most of our nurses, doctors and teachers are Omegas and I respect the hell out of them all. It doesn’t make them weak, or bad at fighting. They train, just like everyone else. They aren’t warriors because it goes against their nature to volunteer to do harm to another, but they will defend the vulnerable exceptionally fiercely. I have seen an Omega take down a Beta when t

“But the Celestials… they captured your mom. And your dad… he’s been thrown in jail for attacking Alpha Celestial when he tried to intervene.” “What are you saying?” I whispered, incapable of processing it. “They’re forcing your father to agree to their terms. If he doesn’t, they’ll keep him locked up—or worse… they might kill him.” The air went out of my lungs as I stepped backward, clutching my chest. I clenched my fist. “The Celestials? You mean Rebeeca’s family?” Alex nodded grimly. “They’ve stopped recruiting from outside of their world. Instead, they’ve started enslaving Omegas of Lemonia. Your mom… she was taken due to that decision.”

They walked to their private wing, looking for the number they were given once they found it, they saw their son, laying against the bed, eyes closed but his chest moving up and down indicating he was alive. Faith rushed inside to his side, her hands in his, “You must be the Atwoods.” The doctor said entering the room. “Will he be fine?” Oscar asked for the first time today. You could hear a hint of worry in his voice. “Well, he’s stable but he fell into a coma, right now we’re not too sure if he’ll wake up.” The tears Faith was keeping in, finally fell free as she cried in her hands, her husband immediately walked over to her, bringing her body into his to comfort her.

“A bold vision, Luna. I admire that. I’d like to be your first investor, if you’ll have me. Given that I am not from your council, I believe that having something of your own should give you a bit of an advantage.” I blinked. “You want to invest?” “Yes,” he said simply. “I believe in strong women with stronger ambitions. Besides…” his eyes flickered with something I couldn’t name… “I’ve always had an appreciation for people who know how to stand apart from their Alpha. And given the fact that you are an Alpha yourself, I am impressed by the fact that you chose to stand your ground in a land that was made for Alpha men.” There was something about the way he said it that made my stomach tighte

“How do I look?” “Gorgeous. As always.” We joined the stream of trainees heading to the training field. The air buzzed with nervous energy as five Alphas stood before us, commanding attention without even trying. But my eyes locked on only one. ”Adrian” He carried his father’s legendary aura and his own raw power like a second skin. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp features and an intensity that made the morning cold feel suddenly warmer. When he spoke, explaining our purpose here and the brutal expectations ahead, his voice rolled over the field like thunder,calm, authoritative, impossible to ignore.

I felt like it would leave a mark if he let go. “Talk to that bastard and get Ivan out of prison or else—” “Finish that sentence, and you’ll end up in prison, too.” I turned towards the source of that familiar voice. "Adam . . ." But he wasn't looking at me; his gaze was fixed on Dom's tight grip on me. "I’m giving you three seconds to let her go, or I can’t be held responsible for what happens next. One. Two. Fucking three!” “Adam! Oh my gosh! Stop!”

If that ends up being the case, both he and Bree will have their hands full. “No, actually you stay. It would be good to get your take on this.” I saw as relaxes back into the armchair a bit, while still keeping his elbows on his knees, like he’s already planning a strategy for whatever is going on. He’s a lot like Jacob in that respect, I realize. Like Jacob, Dax, while an adult, is also still young and is determined to do his job well (which he always does), taking things very seriously as to not be looked upon as a pup. That’s when she arrives. The woman who taught me about compassion, taught me how to care for a pack, also taught me how to fight, and how to make the best damn chocolate c

She’s not a mommy’s girl nor a daddy’s girl. Askar Is a 17 year old who is Hindu and Immortal. Who cannot be destroyed. His Ancestors' religion is Hindu, which haunts him. He doesn’t quite fit well in his family. It all changes when he gets turned immortal by his human mom who births him.. His life flashes before his eyes seeing his mom die while birthing him will hunt him for all the years he shall live. Sooner than later he is a vampire trying to fit in with the humans. He isn’t like any other vampire, he doesn’t thrust for human blood. He is more disgusted with it, that each time his dad brought home some human for him to try, he would instantly puke it out. But what he really craves is a

She came in front of me and closed her eyes, a determined look completely new to her. "Soon, this world will face a succession of disasters that will wreak havoc on all creations. I am not allowed to say anything, but I can assure you that what you and I can do is the closest thing to a possible solution. So, Avatar Anesidora, I, the player Midgard, wish to make a pact with you: Let's fuse our power to take revenge on this world and thus, create the purest version of the system, You want power and freedom, I want to see how far we can go, so become my avatar and let me be your player."

_Dominic “What is it, spill it out,” I said impatiently. “Boss, we have company,” Vini said and we both got up from our respective chairs. The man I was with started to walk towards the back window and looked out. “I never got your name,” I said as soon as he turned and looked around. “Nikolai, but you can call me Nic,” he said, looking between me and Vini. Nikolai. He was Russian, but even as I searched in the hazy compartments of my brain, there was no Nikolai.