Novel Argantara Novels & Stories

"Look who needs help. I'm trying to help your wretched family here!" "Keep your loose ziper to yourself, no one wants to see the rotten rubbish behind it." The neighbors gasped again. Obviously they hadn't heard thier conversations before. Now, they knew exactly what Patrick had said. He fumed in anger and shot arrows of anger into Gwenevere's eyes. She didn't flinch, she stood upright, strong to the ground, face to face with him. "Ingrates! That's what you all are! Filthy Ingrates. Is this the way you repay me for all my kindness to you? Do you want me to make you homeless?! I can make you all hopeless in one minute."

Chapter 31: Walls Crumbling Amaris wiped her brow, feeling the exhaustion set in as she tied the final strip of cloth she could salvage from her worn clothes into a makeshift bandage. Her hands were trembling, not only from fatigue but also from the urgency to keep Alaric alive. She took a cup of water from her bedside and gently reached forward, intending to help him drink. But before her hand could even brush his forehead, Alaric's fingers shot up, gripping her wrist tightly.

"All right, Auntie. I'm leaving. I'm going to apply for a job. I'll go ahead." She nodded. "All right. I hope you'll be hired. Take care, Vanessa." I left our apartment and waited for a bus. Tita Bia and I are just the two of us living together. Tita Bia was unlucky to have children, so her boyfriend left her. While I was happy with my family, they were mercilessly killed by a creature that I will never forgive. Werewolves.

Yet, standing right in front of him was a woman that presumably had equal potential as Skylar. 'How scary,' Rogart thought to himself. "I expected more from an envoy from the Godly Region. It looks like you're nothing special." Agatha mocked Rogart. Just as Rogart was stuck in his thoughts, Agatha raised her hand again and went in for a second attack. "So arrogant!" Rogart snarled. Then, he activated his fairy soul and met Agatha's attack mid-air. … On the other side of the world, at the base of Qingcheng Mountain.

to row back to the shore, something happened beneath them. The boat began to rock vigorously. Startled, the twins grabbed the edge of the boat and looked at each other with scared, wide eyes. "What's going on? Todd!" Emily cried. As the swamp Waters around them began to wave back and forth Emily let go of the boat sides and flung her arms around her brother. Todd kept a firm grip on the sides of the boat and looked around bewildered. "I don't know Emily!" He grabbed a hold of his sister as a large grey claw grabbed the boat and lifted it slowly out of the water. The twins shrieked in fear. Five skinny, long fingers covered in what appeared to be boils had a hold of them. They sat very stil

said Arga while kissing the crook of my neck repeatedly. "Oh," I answered simply. "Is that all you answer?" asked Arga surprised. "Then what should I say?" I asked confused. "You're so cute, my darling. Don't be too cute or I'll rape you." Arga deepened his kiss in the crook of my neck, his hands moved mischievously playing my growing nipples, making my milk drip on his fingers. Arga turned my body to face him. he unbuttoned my shirt -- revealing my growing breasts under my bra. He took out my right breast and started sucking on it -- he's suckling.

“It’s just till you count to 200. You can open them back when you get there.” He raised his hands slowly, like he was lifting something heavy, until they reached his ears. “Nine. Ten. Eleven,” he counted on, and at last I permitted myself to look back. Sarah’s blood leaked from her nose and smeared her lips; saliva and gore mixed into a crimson froth that slipped from her mouth when she tried to breathe. Adam bent over her until the yellow of her dress disappeared under the violent bloom of red. Fabric lay torn beside her, but none of her white skin showed—only the relentless, obscene tide of blood.

Rayden took the leather-bound journal from the safe. Its surface felt cold and fragile in his hands, as if it could crumble to dust at any moment. He glanced at the faint Bramasta family seal still visible on the cover, then turned to Kara, whose face was still pale. "What makes him so special?" he asked, his calm voice breaking the stuffy silence of the archive room. Kara took a deep breath, as if gathering the courage to speak of a frightening legend. "Grand Elder Arganta," she began, her voice low. "Before he disappeared thirty years ago, he was the most controversial figure in his clan. He was famous for two things."

Anthony and Florence looked at each other. "So what's with my decision to have a connection with your friend coming here?" I asked Anthony and simply turned to Florence. He pointed to himself innocently and he tilted his head slightly with a smirk on his lips. Florence looks at Anthony and it seems like they both know each other minds just by looking at each other. It's amazing that Anthony knows how to speak another language. I stare at the both of them taking for a while but then Anthony nodded. After some time Florence left, I looked at the calling card I was holding and Florence's full name was written there.