Novel & Cerita Mavis Vermillion

Indeed the woman's energy is magnificent. Lollaine however moved upon lying on the ground. Her body shaking from the aftermath of the attack, not minding her own blood. As she looked up at the three kings, she smiled wildly at them crazily. From her mouth came out a blood which she spit on the ground. "You wounded me." She mumbled to herself. "Y'know I am extremely seething rightnow. Now, you three make me to unleash it" upon saying it. A purple colour massively wrapped the Mavis Ancierre, that blinded even the immortals; Arden and Erthou. Also the seven kings and all the people in the Mavis Ancierre.

“You are Willy Winny the Grinch Pooh.” “Damn it, I'm losing my patience. This is really a mishap,” he mouthed then left. “Told you so!” she smiled and carried her luggage back upstairs. After everyone went back to their room that night. William began his research on Reign now that he has her last name. After waiting a hour before her profile had been retrieved he read keenly: Name: Elizabeth-Reign Lily Davis Age: 23 ¾ Date of Birth: December 19, 1992

He placed it on the counter and opened it up. Huh. Pulling out the dress, it was the exact same thing as the one Mavis picked out, except for the colour. It was white too, mostly, but the bottom was a sky blue that slowly faded into white as it reached to top. Same thing for the sleeves. Now this was begining to tempt me, considering my weakness for blue. I looked at Mavis, who didn't even need to hear a confirmation from me and turned to the attendant. "We'll take all three." Then she slammed her card on the counter like she was in some drama show.

Her name: Elara Vale. The convent called it an external placement program. An act of gratitude for his generous donations. But Damien knew the truth. It was a transaction. And it intrigued him far more than he’d like to admit. A virgin. A girl who had never been touched, never spoken to a man without a prayer on her lips. A girl who would blush at bare ankles, tremble at coarse language, and bow her head when addressed. She would be his maid. Damien wasn’t a man of faith. But he had rituals of his own. And breaking this one would be deliberate. Exquisite.