Nameless Ark Mga Nobela at Kwento

I said looking at his face for any clues on he, he might be. He gave me a gentle smile. "It has been years, Nameless. A lot happened. Look at you now.” He said pitching my nose softly. , "I never would have recognized you. But when I heard that little girl sing that song, I knew. But how could I have guessed that Alexa Jones is really Nameless, the little street kid with the crazy hair.” He said with a smile.

I pulled my sword from its sheath and was about to charge at a beast when I saw one cornering a small child who was petrified and crying while holding onto her little doll. I wouldn't make it in time. A beast is laying at the side of me with an arrow through its neck. I pull it out while hearing a tearing sound and blood beginning to pour out of the wound. I grab my bow and release the arrow and it shoots and hits it's target. The black eye of the creature. Blood sprays on the little girls dress. Me and Arizer run to her. "What's your name?" She doesn't reply she is too scared. "My name is Keira, you will know Prince Arizer, we will not let anything happen to you, you need to stay right with

People and other gaming companies finally recognize our skills and talent. “ We only have one last question for the famous midlaner Mr. black masked. “ the reporter said looking at me. I swiftly got nervous when I heard her called my screen name. as much as possible I cant talk. They will know my real voice. “ is that okay Mr?” she said not looking away.

NOTHING is ever more important than Ara. That is the thing Ara learned after being discharged from the J Hospital. For whatever reason her parents were convinced that staying with Van is better for her health and safety. Van, short for Vanluke, literally never left her alone even when she’s taking a private bath in a private property mansion somewhere in Luzon near no neighborhood in the middle of a mountain. When she got there something tells her that she’s been there before but recollection of solid memories. Van is incredibly wealthy to have a security team patrolling the corners of his mansion. But more importantly, even if Van does have to leave her side for a brief hour of shower, he’d

--- K Whatever NEXT ARC: Leng, The Garden Master UPCOMING TITLE: Eliminate The Emperor's Crown

"I couldn't agree more. Now the only thing we have to do, is give our land a name." Keiran suggests as he raises his cup full of red wine and toasts to the others. "What do you suggest we name it Alarick?" Harou suggests Alarick to name the new land. Alarick places his cup down and swallows his drink of wine. "Well, I haven't really thought about it. But giving we are the first to habit this land, may I suggest the land of the Primords." All three men glance at each other and the three girls smile along with Carrie

after a day ' Shut up this witch is sexy' Astonished, Mars added, to be ignored by his owner, who stood in front of the concerned person and near him stands Ardina, who is wearing a nice white dress with styled hair decorated with some white roses as well. Zayn and his wolf were very impressed with her appearance “Oh, the Luna is here,” she said, greeting Ardina, with which she immediately reciprocated, “Welcome to our flock. I am the Luna Ardina.” Very gently she nodded to separate the red-haired hug, answering her with a beautiful smile " Before you is the most powerful of the witches in the most herds, his name is Naina." With some bragging, she welcomed to laugh, Ardina couldn't hold bac

When firefighters extinguished it, only a charred, unrecognizable corpse remained in the wreckage. I woke up in a luxurious private hospital room, reeking of antiseptic. My body ached as if shattered, but expert care had clearly been given. "You're awake!" Bryce Pedersen's voice, thick with relief, greeted me. He was Anna's brother, the only Pedersen who had truly cared for me for twenty years. With difficulty, I turned to him, and he continued, "As you planned, the truck explosion was staged. The air cushion and decoy corpse worked perfectly."

Ash pulls his shoulders back, and for one breath he looks less like a seven-year-old and more like the small soldier she's raised him to be, which guts her every single time she sees it happen. "What if they ask my name and I forget the fake one?" Sage's fingers worry the seam of her sleeve, picking at a loose thread until it starts to unravel. "You won't forget." Wren reaches back without looking and finds her daughter's knee, gives it one firm squeeze. "You're Sage Warden. Say it until it feels boring." "Sage Warden." A beat. "Sage Warden. That's a dumb name." "It's the name that keeps you breathing," Wren says, and something in her tone finally lands, because Sage stops arguing and stares

"No one claimed you." No one claimed me. The words hit him harder than he expected. He had a life somewhere. People who knew him. Maybe people who loved him. But he couldn't remember any of them. "What's my name?" he asked quietly. "Do you know?" Adwoa shook her head. "You had nothing. We've been calling you 'John.' Just... until you wake up and tell us who you really are." "John." He tested the name. It meant nothing.