Object Show Characters Novels & Stories

and the rest side charectors will be visible with intro in chapters directly. Hope you guys like them and yeah don't forget to review and comment. Love from buttercup ❤️...

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she said. “Thank you, Laika,” Rayvin said and looked at the screen. Mikael had no idea what he was looking at. Rayvin seemed to skim over the text on the screen. He looked back to it, it had a black background with line upon line of white letters, some highlighted in other colours. He knew he was out of his depth. “If I read out a set of line numbers and positions on those lines, could you check what character they represent?” Rayvin asked Laika. “Yes, Luna,” the warrior said, turning the laptop around again.

Charlotte sheepishly moved the gun away with a quick smile. Lucy, still puzzled, leaned over to get a better look, only to realize it was Griffith, which startled her as well. "Mr. Wilson." "Hm." "Please come in," Lucy said, pulling Charlotte back to clear the way for Griffith. Griffith looked around the room, then walked in. The room was filled with various props. Charlotte, still holding the 'grass' in front of her, explained to him, "We're playing a real-life PUBG game, and these are the props."

An update will come. I promise. Also, people are complaining about not seeing enough of Indianna and Greyson. I get that you want more of them, but please understand that I need to show the other characters and what's happening with them so the story flows and you understand what's happening with everyone. If I just showed everything from Indianna and Greyson's POV lots of information would be missed about other characters and you would have no idea what's going on:). This story is no longer JUST about Indie and Greyson, it includes everyone and while Indie and Greyson are the main characters, there are other characters with their own small storylines to include. But don't worry, you still w

For a moment, there was only the sound of the rain and the distant honk of a car. Lilia scrambled to sit up, which was difficult because her costume was top-heavy. "Oh my god! I am so sorry! Are you okay? Are you alive?" her voice echoed from deep inside the hot dog’s throat. Sion lay on his back, staring up at the grey sky, his chest covered in neon-yellow mustard. He looked like a crime scene in a deli. He slowly turned his head to look at the giant foam face hovering over him. "You," Sion rasped, his voice vibrating with suppressed rage, "are a hot dog."