Novelas y relatos de Pokemon Reborn Piplup

The other young werewolves cheered as the echoes went through the trees. "Go, Sophia! Show them your stuff!" yelled Ash, one of her closest friends and also part of the pack, tall and powerful, his dark brown hair glinting in the moonlight. "Look out! Here I come!" she giggled, tripping him into a gentle tumble, landing lightly on her feet. "Good one!" Ash clapped, grinning from ear to ear. Just then, her best friend, Daniel, joined the training circle. He had sandy blonde hair and bright blue eyes that sparked mischievously. "See that? I can do it better, I bet!" he teased jollily.

𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕 I grinned as I watched Silea walk into their house through the hacked CCTV camera... Right now they might be over the moon but what they don't know is that they carried the snake inside with their own hands... The thing is that Silea isn't like me.. She'll never be me. . I might be a fool, easy and obedient in my past life.. But Silea? I can't wait to see it unravel soon..

Then suddenly— I crash onto solid ground. “Ow!” Pain shoots through my back, I groan and sit up and the sight before me steals the breath from my lungs, the most beautiful garden I have ever seen stretches endlessly around me. Flowers bloom in colors I've never seen before, crystal streams flow through emerald grass, golden butterflies dance through the air and everything glows with life. Then something moves and my attention snaps forward, a creature emerges from a hole directly ahead and my jaw nearly drops. A dragon, like an actual dragon, huge and beautiful, its scales shimmer beneath the sunlight, eyes glow with ancient intelligence.

Is there any problem? I gasped and covered my mouth using my palm. “No- no way”. I muttered and fell to my knees. Suddenly, I felt goosebumps all over my body, as I realized that I had been reborn a year ago. I had truly been reborn. It wasn't a dream. But, it was real. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I stared at my hands. My fingers were long, slim, smooth, and were void of bruises. And my silver hair… it still shone so brightly, like the night moon itself.

He must be furious! [Feels good! The spot's finally back where it belongs. First step in crushing that impostor's dream!] [Nice one, Horace! Dump the trashy troublemaker girl, go to the same university as the female lead, and take back everything that belongs to you. That's the real heir storyline!] I didn't say a word. Horace let out a deep breath, as if he was finally releasing all the frustration he had carried since being reborn. "Brian, I'm really sorry about this, but this admission spot was always supposed to be mine. Getting back what belongs to me feels pretty damn good. Without a top university on your record… What do you think you'll ever amount to?"

Just… balanced. Sherephina shook her head slightly. “You can have it.” The girl tilted her head. “Are you sure?” “Yes.” A small pause. Then the girl smiled again. “Thanks. I’m Jewel.” Sherephina hesitated for half a second. “…Sherephina.” Jewel’s eyes lit up slightly. “That’s a pretty name.” Sherephina gave a small nod. And that was it. No dramatic moment. No instant friendship. They simply walked away in opposite directions.

Calvin, on the other hand, didn't resemble either of us in the slightest. Calvin seemed a bit uncertain as well. He turned to Karen and then kneeled before Dad. He said, "I'm really your son, Dad! I've had a paternity test done, and the results will come out soon. I'm absolutely certain that I'm your biological son!" Calvin had completely lost his mind. He had used a fake report in my past life, but in this life, he only showed up with Karen to cause trouble. In the midst of it all, Dad's assistant, Sean, leaned forward and quietly whispered something to him.

But Evie thought it would be safer to ask him about this phenomena in case it’s something out of this world. With this thought in mind, Evie finished wearing clothes and went out of the room to go to the dining area. However, as soon as she stepped out of her room, into the carpeted corridor, another room opened. When she turned, she saw a servant carrying a sleepy young boy. He wore a matching Paw Patrol shirt and shorts, exposing his creamy skin. He had dark, curly hair, and his chubby face looked like a soft, cute, bun. He had Liz’s very long and curly lashes that seemed to be too heavy for him to lift, casting shadows on his cheeks.

“Our pup was drowning. I had to save her. I couldn’t just stand there.” Elijah’s eyes widen, disbelief flickering across his face before he exhales sharply. He pulls back slightly, running a hand through his damp hair. “It wasn’t our pup, Piper,” he snaps, his voice rising before he reins it back in. “It was just a fucking doll! A doll, Piper. Not an actual pup.”