Juvia Loxar Fairy Tail Mga Nobela at Kwento

Her face was pale. “Are you alright?” “I am feeling a little queasy, but it’s alright.” “Okay, just tell us when you can’t hold it anymore.” “Hmm.” Instead of eating the food on the table, Lumara took out her own bag of fruits and ate that. Lumara turned to Snow and said, “Hey, fox.” Snow gritted her teeth, “Who are you calling fox?” “Then you can call me phoenix.” “No, I’ll call you birdie.”

"Relax, you will get used to it, after all, you are handsome so you can't blame them for gawking at you." "Stop hitting on me, I already have my Ceres." Jisoo said and shrugged off Ayu's hand. "Eew please, you're not even my type." "Excuse me? I'm Jiroo Areios, no one, as in no one can reject this face!" Jiroo exclaimed while motioning his finger all over his face. "I can make everyone fall for me and you are not an exemption!" "I guess, it never works with me and Nami, because we only have eyes for Liam."

It's only a matter of time, Lyra. "Oh my god, Nyx, can you just shut up?" I groaned, levelling up my tune for a bit. Just then, the door split open, and as I turned, I came into view with Xavier. My brows furrowed in confusion. "Xavier?" I was almost unsure. He smiled, walking in and shutting the door with his flirtatious smile. "I got a say; I didn't know my assistant would be this beautiful," he states with a grin as he erases the distance between us.

Nya took it, knowing she’d have to wander off between the trees in a moment to relieve herself but also quite hungry. She tore the skin of the piece of fruit open revealing a tangy orange pulp beneath. Juice ran down her fingers. She licked it off before taking a bite of the sweet treat. “Does that happen a lot?” she asked. “Do people who catch a ride on a dragon fall asleep frequently?”

"It's not as if it's a hardship. Look around; we're not exactly ugly people, and we're not hurting for choices either." "No, I know." I took another swig of my rum and coke. "We're all fit—we have to be—and most of us are pretty... well... pretty, but it's just the whole required to do it thing that pisses me off." "I agree," he said, "I—hey, what the hell's a fairy doing here?" I followed Jared's stare over to the bar where a familiar fairy face was staring right back at me. As if it had been doing so for quite awhile. My jaw dropped as I unwittingly got to my feet and began walking toward Tiernan.

“That’s a battle scar! Honey, to be able to drag a cheating Alpha through the mud in front of the entire world like that? I wasn’t that bold even in my youth.” She turned and looked at me seriously. “Lyra told me you have a nose that can smell the soul of a plant. More importantly, you have a heart that can keep a clear head through the worst kind of pain.” She took out an exquisite crystal vial containing a silvery liquid. “This is my unfinished work, ‘Moon’s Tear.’ It requires a special catalyst—an emotion born from the severing of a bond, one of heart-wrenching pain, followed by a rebirth.”

“Welcome to Lotus territory.” They relax just a fraction. “This is Stevie,” I continue, gesturing to her. “One of my most trusted warriors. And this is Jace, my second in command.” Both bow slightly. “And this,” I say, resting a hand on Sky’s shoulder, “is Sky.” Sky freezes like someone hit him with a stun spell. Damon’s features soften—not much, but enough to matter. Riven’s eyes warm. Silas offers a small smile. “You honor us with such company,” Silas says gently.

All of turned to look at Marquee and Stasia. “I am a Fairy, like wings and all. I thought I was a Faited but if what Lord Mortifer says in true I am a Jester fairy.” Stasia stated. She turned around her back facing us. Her tattoo started moving, shimmering. The tattoo appeared to come to life. These huge iridescent wings come to life out of the tattoo. The wings were black with speckles of silver. True amazing. I had never met a fairy. Jester or Faited, not sure what that means. I honesty thought they were of fairytales.

"Damn. If these are the comp tickets the team gets, I'm gonna need you to introduce me to some of Daniel's friends." "Daniel?" the girl in front of us turns around and asks. "Daniel Zavaro?" She'd be pretty if she wasn't giving us such a sneer. Long, glossy dark hair, big blue eyes ringed with black, pouty pink lips, and a killer rack. She looks like a super model. A bitchy one, but a supermodel nonetheless. "Yeah," Geni says with a smile. She either doesn't notice the death glares from this chick, or she's trying to kill her with kindness. My money is on the latter. "He's dating my friend Quincy here."