روايات وقصص ضمن Papers Please Arstotzka

I asked. "No, just strange, he collects items from the black market aswell and moves them over the water. He favours rare artifacts, magical potions, some art, anything really. If I were a betting man, I'd start with him." Arthur replied dropping the second file onto the desk between us with the first page open as I looked down at the face staring back from the surveillance style photo and the name printed on the sheet confirmed my horror. "Well Fuck me." I gasped as Cadmus Drakos was depicted in the photo clear as day.

" I paint vigorously as the song plays. I'm desperately trying to get the image out of my mind onto the canvas. My brush travels across his chiseled jawline. My colors hold his textured blonde color in a lock of hair that hung in his face while the rest was pulled back. My shadows play with the rippled muscles under his shirt. I let the music inspire me as I paint the pale blue eyes staring at me. His tanned skin looks almost like I could reach in and feel it. The image in my mind comes alive in the painting. My painting. "Bastian." I whisper as I add tiny dances of light to his face. "Oh, that's lovely." I whip around and my mom is standing. I huff out a breath. "You scared me." She giggles

Although Arthuro has no choice now because Anastashia is one of his opponents. "You are also a hindrance to my desire to be strong and dominate the secret world. You even lied to me!” he said while still looking at her photo. Arthuro took another sip of champagne. Then she took a highlighter and drew on Anastashia's face. Although Arthuro doubted, he had to accept that Anastashia was really one of his enemies. After looking at the faces one by one on the large paper, Arthuro crumpled it up. It was placed in his secret cabinet. He then left the room with a bag containing three guns, a notebook, and the jar he made James.

One of them said, “Ms. Vedastus, it’s not that we don’t want to obey you, but Lord Vedastus has specially stated that nobody is to hurt Mr. Katz. Without his permission, how can we do anything to Mr. Katz?” “You…” Fiora was so angry that she became speechless. Did Art Trading Corporation belong to Vedastus or Katz? Right then, Elliot smiled and said, “Ms. Vedastus, please don’t trouble these subordinates. They wouldn’t dare to do anything to me without Lord Vedastus’ permission. Ms. Vedastus, if you really want to rescue your buddy, it’s possible. Let’s make an exchange, shall we?” Fiora glared at him. “What exchange?”

“We need to retrieve my granddaughter… and prevent a war.” Torock nodded, pale and trembling. “Good,” Destiny said. “Argun, let him go. Armaros—stop chewing his pants.” The hound gave one last playful snarl before sitting back on his haunches, wagging his tail like he hadn’t just been one bad command from mauling someone. “Good boy,” Destiny praised, scratching behind his ears. Armaros smiled—a full toothy grin lined with fangs that would make a lion nervous.

I almost screamed when I saw Arta standing in front of the door carrying a paper bag in his hand. "Arta!" I called him with a big smile. It was as if I had forgotten who made me cry all day. "This!" Arta put a paper bag in her hand towards me. I stared confusedly before finally accepting and checking what it contained. "I bought you pizza," Arta said. I nodded with a smile still imprinted on my lips, "Thank you, Arta." said I, Arta nodded. "Why are your eyes?" asked Arta, making me spontaneously hold my eyes.

"No, I love you." Green and Alta looked at each other, and clearly Green looked down at Alta with loving eyes, because that's what Green felt, loving Alta with whole heart. So, how did Alta looked at Green? Well, that's what's so Great about a player, they're good at hiding truths that people said it can be seen through the eyes. Alta gave Green a warm kiss on her forehead. The kiss that always made his chest flutter, Green closed her eyes enjoying the warmth. Afterward, Alta covered Green's face, making their eyes met again. Alta looked into her beloved's beautiful eyes for a few seconds, and then it turned to Green's bright pink thing. Alta looked through his gaze for approval, Green under

I don't think it's going to be difficult, considering that Arthur also always wakes up at 1 pm so there won't be a lot of orders. But why do I feel like he's going to ask me something weird? Crap, he better don’t do that. “Arthur, you can’t do it to a patient” I smile at him, try to convince him that I will be a bad errand type. “It’s okay, only me who knows it. Plus, I can keep a secret” he winks. “Asshole, go away!” I answer immediately. His laughter filled the room, he must be happy that he successfully teases me. What a jerk. Arthur opened the plastic bag and took out one orange from there, he slowly peeled the skin and cleaned it before handing one to me.

He listed out his crimes like it was normal for him to do so. He must have totally forgot that I'm different from the people he tortured. I had no interest in what he was saying the main is that he caused trouble and that was final. As he talked, I waved out energy from my hand blasting him to the wall. "Wow, you are no fun. I guess it's time for let talking and more fighting," he grinned to annoy me but I was past that stage now. "Alpha Arturo have you had of the flower pocha. Word has it that it releases the most poisonous pollens that could kill an entire country...,"

But he prayed to Akath that he was wrong. Returning his gear to their proper bags, Able Froster now remembered why he had rushed to his quarters. He pulled a box from his shelf, revealing metal miniatures of autogolems and soldiers from history and myth. Grabbing a small brush and a vial of paints he began detailing the miniatures as he allowed the night to wind down.