Papyrus X Undyne Novels & Stories

Kiran muttered. "This shows the enemy's layout is extensive and greedy." "Wendy's ghost clearly wants to be reborn." "By possessing Wendy, right?" Yvonne asked. "Yes." "They're truly mad," Yvonne muttered. "But it's also interesting," Kiran said, changing his tone. "If you find it interesting, then let's rest early," Yvonne suggested. Kiran nodded and stood up. Yvonne led him inside the villa to a room. Kiran looked at the bed and was shocked—Snow Xander!

“Did you find out about what happened in the Yorkshire Palace?” Ynes nodded, finally letting her tears trickle down. She then brought out something from her pocket, it looked like a glass brick, yet there were words on top. “What’s this?” Alex asked. “The Divine Dreamcatcher!” Ynes said. “Back when we were still in America, I passed by a flea market, and someone was selling these. Since it wasn’t that expensive, I just bought one for fun. Unexpectedly, it became the greatest device to catch on with the latest Undead news.”

Aunt Jules always told me how much I reminded her of her big sister. I placed the picture on the nightstand next to the bed and then I continued to explore the contents of the chest. The next thing I found was a tattered paper scroll. It was old looking and had a weird old, dirty brown colour. I picked it up and it felt grainy against my fingers. "Is that Papyrus!" Zander carefully took the scroll from my hand. "It is. WOW!" He said, he began to examine the scroll more closely. "What is a Papyrus?"

-Tiffany, Sophie, Jasmine, Bella and Eunice. I smiled at him "Let us start then" I said. Took Heath about ten minutes to get all twenty kids to assemble, according to their ages. "Well Raven I present the future Anders army" he said and I could not help but chuckle because indeed they were an army. Heath introduced each child and whom they belonged to and I felt my brain was going to combust. The oldest is six and the youngest is about seven months old. CRAZY

But as I turned to leave, my foot caught on something—Medina’s outstretched leg. I crashed to the floor with a loud thud. My gown rode up, exposing my thighs. Drake’s gaze fell on me, his eyes lingering on the small tattoo etched into my skin. It wasn’t just any tattoo—it was the mark my mother had given me, my little “guardian angel.” I quickly pulled my gown down, covering myself. Drake’s eyes flickered with recognition before he turned away, his expression unreadable. Medina smirked, satisfied with her handiwork. She had tripped me on purpose.

My eyes caught a flash of white on the floor, a note, lying like a fallen petal beside his pillow. Had to run to an urgent meeting. Will be late. Don’t bother with dinner. P.S. You looked too beautiful asleep. Didn’t have the heart to wake you. A smile warmed my face. I traced his handwriting with a finger, the familiar scrawl a temporary anchor, before setting the note carefully on the nightstand. The day stretched before me, luxurious and empty. A true Saturday. I lounged in bed, scrolling through my phone in a contented haze until a notification blinked, a digital birthday candle. Nelly’s Birthday!

I decided to be just as ominous as him. " I hate surprises" of course he does. "Sorry to burst your bubble, but you should get used to them" "My bubble is still intact. Thank you very much. I'm looking forward to your surprise" I smiled and put the cookies into the oven. After Maggie and I had our super fattening pizza we decided to go shower and hit the sack. While I showered I really wondered if maybe a teeny tiny part of me really did like the mystery that came with Ryan Saunders. There was something about him that made me so insanely curious.

"Just do as you are told and stop asking questions." Darryl looked at Alexander with disatisfaction. "Okay boss," Alexander said and left the office in surprise. ########## United States, New York City - New York. "Miss the package has arrived successfully" Sheryl reported. "Good. We are left with a few hours till dawn. Make sure it is delivered without any clues." Kelsa ordered. "Okay Miss," Sheryl said. As they were busy discussing, a little girl run into the office.

By noon, the city awoke to a yellow boiling haze, and Carolina came in from the yard with her braid unspooled, thrumming with purpose. She scattered garden mud across the tile and went straight for the battered laptop Xander kept on a perpetual trickle charge, careful not to knock the resurrection rig he’d slaved together from breadboards and old drone parts. She shoved aside yesterday’s fingerprints of jam, keyed in the passcode—Xander’s own middle name, which she used as leverage every time they fought—and opened the daily feed.