Novel Armlehnstuhl Novels & Stories

AHMET condition is getting worse every second , to stop the bleeding and also that would give them more time to search a solution HABEL decided to replaces AHMET broken ribs with black metal ribs and he replaced also his left arm with a magical metal arm. This arm was the last invention HABEL invented this arm can use magic without giving a shit to conditions or time to charge the attack and also you can draw magic cercles on it and use it when you want . Even after stopped the bleeding AHMET is still in coma , and his condition getting worse.

Elena stepped into the doorway and went quiet. She'd spent months building a picture of what this room would look like — an extension of the man he showed the world. Cold. Minimal. Controlled. She was completely wrong. Bookshelves covered two walls from floor to ceiling, packed tightly, organized by no system she could identify. A window seat sat beneath the far window, its cushions worn soft and shapeless from years of use. A leather armchair in the corner with a floor lamp angled beside it, the right armrest faded lighter than the left from years of the same elbow resting in the same place. A side table with a half-empty glass of water and a small plant that was doing its best.

Holding his laptop, he sat casually at the open table right in the middle of the room to handle his documents remotely. In the right corner of the room, Alma sat quietly in her wheelchair, a thick medical textbook resting on her lap. Her left shoulder, which had just been reset yesterday, still throbbed with a dull ache, leaving her arm entirely lifeless and hanging limply. She used her uninjured right hand to gently flip the pages, pretending to be deeply engrossed in her reading. In reality, however, each time she lowered her head to turn a page, her emerald eyes would subtly look up, covertly observing his serious, highly focused expression under the morning light.

He asked. "Yup. There's no brand that sells that size in this country, even the whole globe" Axel replied, halting his fingers on the laptop buttons. "What do you mean? What size is the Vans?" Hyce frowned. "60" Axel faced him. "What the hell is 60? Is that even a human?" Hyce scoffed. "Apparently, whoever we're dealing with is not playing. He built the Vans by himself to confuse us, a genius" Axel replied, stretching himself.

"No! No, Gius, I can’t. I’m too heavy. Armman will be exhausted. I’ll just... I’ll find another way." "Don't be silly," Gius laughed, opening the car door. "You know there's no other way. I cannot leave you here, and I certainly cannot leave Armman. Also, you can’t carry Armman; he’s a grown man now and weighs twice what you do. Please, just sit. It’s fine, right Armman?" Armman, who was seated in the back corner, his long legs taking up most of the space, looked at Nelly with a calm, dark expression. "Come on, Nelly," he said. "I can handle it. I promise I’ll make sure you’re... comfortable."