Mha Dabi Fanart นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The cave cracked, and the water seemed to have a mind on its own that it brought the rebels’ downing bodies outside. Malaika waved one hand, liquidating a pile of snow, creating a block of sharp ice, and hit everyone. Fashi tried to fight back, summoning the water he could wield, but Malaika was not bothered. She created a mini waterspout in her hands and attacked the rebel leader. The waterspout circled Fashi’s neck until he was out of breath. Malaika was not satisfied, looking at the elves lying on the ground, barely breathing.

he said. I shook my head, he doesn't get it. "You don't get it, Mario-" "look at me, look at me. I have over 36 Mafian empires at my favour that are willing to stand for me any day any time, my aunt is one of the most influential Mafian leader in the world, I have people within and around this country willing to protect me when needs arises.

I’m standing outside waiting for fucking Valerie because the asshole hurried me up to now take his sweet ass time, when Vic returns. “Salim was just picked up for trying to hack into the FBI database” he hands me the list of possible candidates again and I pick again. "Damian Delacort, Samantha Shae and YS Jailbird bring those three in if they are looking for employment with amazing fucking pay after they swear in. I want them to set up a new system with palm readers I want this place tricked out in tec" he nods his head in understanding and again kisses the top of my head before leaving me.

I started looking at the other mirrors hoping something in them would give me a clue on how to escape this acid trip nightmare. Looking at the mirrors, they were all paintings with me in them. What’s with the Shit Witch and art? Is that her thing, or is she pulling that from my mind? I enjoy art, but this takes it to a fucked up level. Each painting melted away to show me some nightmare scene. Behind the mirror with me as the Mona Lisa was a torture scene of the Shit Witch cutting into Thales, harvesting his organs while he was still alive and screaming. He was screaming for me to save him.