Pochi World's End Club Novels & Stories

"Trouble? Of course you don't. You're a coward. Why would you hide in a room?" He shook his head. "You don't get it." Slowly, he lowered himself until he was crouching, the movement almost seemed theatrical. "The world is ending, honey. You're supposed to fight for survival. The new world order isn't for the weak." His words gave me a clear answer. He knew somebody was inside, and he wanted the zombies to get in. But I still couldn't read him. He seemed unhinged and completely composed at the same time. I couldn't decide which one was real.

--- The System confirms: the World End Pavilion is a relevant actor. The System has information on this organization. The System has been waiting for the appropriate moment to disclose it. The System believes this is the appropriate moment. The World End Pavilion's true goal is not domination or resource acquisition. Their true goal is: finding the carrier. They have been looking for the Void Lineage for two hundred years. They believe the carrier is the only entity capable of communicating with the original function of the Overseer. They are not enemies. They are, however, extremely pushy about their agenda.

said Professor Alex with a slight smile. Finally, what Professor Alex and all members of the Hope organization have been fighting for has paid off. The world doesn't end. The world was saved thanks to the courage and persistence of all, especially Eren. From the start, Eren was destined to be the savior of this fallen world. -End-

Towards A Happy Ending … “This… why did our world suddenly…?” Blue asked with widened eyes as they looked at the scenery flashing suddenly dimmed. “What happened?!” Iero asked in panic as he looked at the others with an inquiring gaze, hoping to get an answer from them. “It should be just… a storm?” Mahi spoke as he looked at the dim world of theirs. “A storm in the entire land?” Kulv muttered as they all looked at the scenery from their four kingdoms all became dim.

They all shouted in unison as they sipped from their plastic cups. And so, the Midnight Club was born. “So? What do you all think?” Dean says in an enchanting, salesman voice, very distinct amidst the growing noise of the cafeteria. “Bitch, I’m down fow it.” “Same.” “Fuck it. I need a drink.” “Yeah! I miss Van Duke after-hours!” Isaac nods his head in agreement. Five of them have a sudden flush of excitement as Agatha whimpered, “What if we get caught?”

I flick into pages after pages of words and I stopped when I saw IMAGINARY MISSION: BUILD A NEW WORLD by yours truly, Sadie Ozoa (STILL IN WORKS) written at the very top of the page. Below are, what I assume, are details or information about this “planet.” The PLANET NAME section is blank, SHAPE OF PLANET is “Earth shape, but smaller (to avoid being known)”, WHAT WOULD IT BE LIKE has “Like Earth but more peaceful, more kind, more loving, fewer fights and judging, and so much worth living in.”, WHY THE NEW PLANET writes “For the least, lost, and last. For the weak and the outcast. For introverts. For every one that deserves better.”, Lastly, WHAT THE PLACE WOULD LOOK LIKE has a drawing of a p

I move the conversation into a private mind-link with him to break the strange pause. “Nothing…your friend here keeps giving me dirty looks.” He mind-links me back, placing a hand around my hip and pulling me into his side. “She’s pregnant and without a mate, just give her some space.” “Whatever you want. Are you ready?” “Yes, I am ready.” I reply just as he cuts the mind-link and turns to address the pack members in attendance. “My pack members, thank you for joining us as we celebrate three wonderful years of Luna Moxie being by my side.” Anton happily chimes out to the crowd, noises of clapping and cheering echoing back at him.