Papers Please Arstotzka の小説・ストーリー

Alfi asked. “Just believe them! The stronger your bond, the stronger you are. Believe me.” Arz said. “So this is why you asked me to fake our defeat and hide him. What a smart ass, and... Thank you.” Alfi said smiling. “I just want you to befriend Varz,” Arz said. Alfi smiles and sees Varz’s fight through his periscope. Varz with all his might holding the dragon’s stomp with both of his hands. His face is turning red as he is out of stamina. (No, he is not blushing! What kind of person blushing as he is going to die anyway?)

Then after seeing the desks, he hurried towards the only occupied one, where an old man was seated. “Excuse me, sir,” Arth almost shouted, placing his Standard Knight silver badge on the table. The old man raised his pale eyes to look. "Arth … from … Frostwood … a Standard Knight … in Casterfall City," Arth said, breathless. The man checked the silver badge and then nodded in confirmation. He took a piece of paper and wrote something on it. "Your number is seventy-three... Arth from Frostwood," the old man spoke in a husky voice.

“Stop acting all naïve princess, Bigfoot assured me of a pleasurable night after my meeting and I can say he really delivered seeing how pretty you look “ the smile on his lips was so creepy and aurora felt like puking. “You are actually mistaken sir, he only asked me to be your interpreter “ She was still talking when Jules began to use his hands to caress her bare skin and she abruptly stood up before moving away. “I am sorry sir but I have to leave” saying that she grabbed her bag and tried to run out but a hand held her from behind and yanked her closer to him and she yelled in pain.

Czar said politely. “I’m only taking a walk.” “Sir Vanluke ordered us to not let you out alone, especially after twilight.” “Then come with me.” “I’m afraid that can’t happen, Miss.” “Am I a prisoner here, Czar?” “No.” “Then let me pass.” “What’s going on here?” The familiar baritone voice with a thick russian accent sent goosebumps at the back of Ara’s neck. He’s definitely locking his sight on her. “Sir,” Czar slightly bowed his head to give respect to his boss’s presence. “Miss Ara is asking me to come with her for a walk.”

I found out I have this strange power to hear and respond to people's thoughts and make quill and parchment appear out of thin air. Please help me, Princess Anatonia Once I signed that parchment I knew there was no turning back. I rolled the parchment up and put my royal seal on which was a rose. Then right when I was figuring out how to send it, it just disappeared into a golden light. I sat there waiting for a sign that my letter sent. I didn’t get one after about 5 minutes so I started hopping from tree to tree to the middle of the forest. And soon enough I see a giant sycamore tree. As I sat there from the tree I was hiding, observing how I could get in unnoticed, a bright red light flas

His gazes were so focused on his reference that he didn't even bother to at least glance at her. Archer sat there while drawing on his sketch pad. He's way so good at hiding his emotions, all he gives off was a senseless presence. But the vibe he has been trying to show is simply direness, and that made Selah feel bothered. Despite the gloomy aura that the man has, Selah stood there trying to read every movement that Archer has been doing. His hands were gently holding the pencil as he tried to perfectly sketch the details of his reference. His fingers were so flawless that they could produce balanced shades of tinted hues onto the paper he was working on. Her eyes landed on his face, and sh

Nobody would be feeling bubbly right now anyways. Papa used his Toslati to draw the V of our crest in the center of the console. A screen rose up and the console expanded both vertically and horizontally. Ethan, Xander, Kai, and I all whistled longingly. Fucking hell that was a work of art. I had been afraid of my magic just because of how strong it was. Now, I understood that fear was because part of me knew how destructive it would be in the wrong hands. Asry would be the wrong hands entirely.

Just then, Arth looked at Rose Sinclair and said playfully— “Doll… can I join your little talkative group too?” Nisha, Garv, and Rose instantly glared at him. “Who are you calling talkative?” 😡😤 Arth walked closer, a teasing smirk on his lips. “All four of us.” Then he pulled out a few chocolate bars from his pocket. The moment Rose saw them— her eyes lit up, and she immediately leaned forward. 🤤😮

Cassian replied with a stern face. The atmosphere turned lethal, and I sighed and shook my head. "Cassian." I called and glanced at me. "The meeting is over." My brother visibly forced himself to calm down, while Slade looked between us. Suddenly, his eyes darted to the desk, and he froze for a second as something caught his attention. It was the piece of paper that's placed near my laptop. The paper had a colourful drawing. Crayon figures standing beneath a bright yellow sun. That paper belonged to Ares Sterling. Written in uneven five-year-old handwriting at the bottom.

**Artemis P.O.V.** I woke up to something heavy weighing me down. When my eyes opened there was a large black wolf with its head on my stomach. I wiggled uncomfortably as my body felt stiff. I winced a little as a pain in my ribs reared its ugly head to life. As I wiggled the wolf turned to look at me and I gasped when I saw its cobalt blue eyes. ~ “That’s Tafari. He is Armand’s wolf”~