Playing As Sans Novels & Stories

Ravan replied in stern voice and harshly pulled out his sword by making Vivan fall down on his knees. Vivan lightly supported his body by pressing on arm on floor and other on his bleeding heart wound “Randhir Bha… bhai… mere.. chita ko agni dena… koi nhi hai tumhare siva mera yeha (Randhir Brother…… do my Cremation as I have no one else buy you)” Vivan said as his body fell down on floor covered in pool of his own blood while his eyes remained on Ravan face in meantime Ravan to kept his eyes on Vivan who was now slowly slipping in to death mouth by standing tall above him holding ‘khanda’ in his hand as blood kept oozing form his arm where bullet was shot when unexpectedly a lone tear drop

What do I do? He was going to explain later how he was able to link me. For now, I would throw him a bone. I smiled at Sansa and moved over to link my arm with hers. Then I led her closer to Jaxon who looked completely stunned. “Sansa, this is Jaxon. Jaxon, this is Sansa. She’s one of our elite warriors,” I said, smiling at them both. Sansa’s eyes wandered from him to me and back to him. Then she bowed her head to him. Why would she bow her head? I was so very confused right now.

The swordsman with the nickname Tiger from the North is in fact still able to execute his opponents using the type of Yokomoya he has. "Then, what is the advantage of Xuanshu-Moya?" Shen Shen asked Yang Zi. “Xuanshu-Moya is a type of Yokomoya magic or it can also be called hallucinations or manipulation. Patriarch Yuan Kai saw my calm but courageous demeanor, he judged that I was talented at mastering Xuanshu-Moya because only people with a calm demeanor were able to control other people's thoughts." “You can manipulate others to do what you want using Xuanshu-Moya, is that what you mean?”

he revealed. “San seems in a precarious situation ! The warriors are forcing her to take a defensive stance !!” an afraid Ness squeaked as she huddled herself deeper inside Kris’ chest, who instantly wrapped his arms around her and comforted her by saying, “San is our iron clad warrior, Ness. That bitch is like a cat with nine lives. She is not gonna die so easily,” he chuckled. Bitch and cat ? Wow ! The Beta is so gonna be dead when San will hear about it.

I looked at Lucas. His fists were clenched tight, knuckles white, veins throbbing at his temples. Ron and Reid were stunned too. "Sera! You've gone too far! Lucas is an Alpha, how can he..." "Kneel or not?!" Seraphina shrieked, jamming the gun hard against my temple again. "I'll count to three!" "One!" "Two!" Thud! A dull, heavy sound. Without any hesitation. His knees slammed hard onto the ground covered in rubble and glass shards. Blood instantly stained his pant legs.

Swara said in Hindi/Urdu language while making a weird face, on which Vidhant burst into laughter, while Sanskar gave them a confused look as he doesn't understand what she said in Hindi. (Sanskar Sebastian Knight: Age 29, having an Indian mother and British father. He spent his entire life from childhood till now in UK only. Lost his mother when he was just 4, that's the reason he doesn't know even a single word of Hindi. He looks like a pure British man.

I whispered, taking in the beauty he possessed. "Well, I'm not one of those men, you know. I'm different. I'm the god, sweetheart Hana. I don't do shit those men do." He sneered and it was mixed with confidence and disdain over the men alive on this earth. Because he thought he was superior. And he was not lying.

There she was. Sansa was on the floor. Her dress ripped, mascara streaking her cheeks as she cried and struggled beneath a man twice her size. He was fumbling with his belt, cursing, holding her down. I wished I had a gun with me. I growled in rage. "Touch her again and die."

"Shut up, bitch." The informant blinked in confusion. Sansy looked down and watched the stupid Princess's weak drunken happy expression as she babbled on and off in eloquence. Not a single moment as she ever came to her senses. Even as the pain worsened, and she’d grown red in the face, it disappeared.

She sneers, “I’m the head of the Guild of Assassins, they will come for me, along with my Mates who are Princes. You think they can’t raise an army to come for me? Assuming I don’t figure out a way out on my own, your days are numbered either way, Sansom. You can rape me all you want; I’ll never be yours.” She spits at him and he wipes it from his face then licks his fingers clean. Then he slides his fingers between her folds and rubs at her clit. “Gods, you’re disgusting.” He smirks,