Protogen นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The Kobe beef with perfect color, aroma, and taste was poisonous? Swoosh swoosh swoosh swoosh! In an instant, all eyes in the room turned to Yang Xiao as Yang Xiao finished speaking.

ZURI POV "Please stand as we move to the next round. Vaals, Glortinon, blue. Peulo, Kea, red. Earth, Cok, yellow. Frole, Hassin, orange. Makskin, Bronkark, Shikaz, green. Please take your seats your second course will be gund bread," the male announcer says with his amplified voice and we stand up.

They were coming easier now than they had in a long time. She went through the mess of setting up a free trial with one of the better word programs and fought back the dread of what would happen when that trial was up. Today seemed to be the day she was finally ready to put one foot forward, because even that thought didn't nag at her for too long.

Alma had never experienced this, though the young girl stared at Alma with excitement and curiously, Alma could also see that the same eyes had two meaning. Her eyes were clearly screaming, “read my future, I dare you.” Alma smiled at the young girl, she would rather not show that she feared the seven-year-old. “Alma, did you ever see the protectors?” The young girl asked as smiled brightly at her. “Yes, and I'll tell you the story” Alma said as she smiled at the girl. “The protectors are the chosen ones of the Sovereigns. They are the strongest, fastest and most powerful of each race,” Alma wheezed out, trying to suppress a cough.

Usually, he would bathe with me, and I was in no way objecting to that. I watched as Jarren cut little square pieces of cheese to put on the different assortment of crackers he’d laid on a tray. The temperature had finally started to drop a little yesterday, but of course, Jarren was wearing a short-sleeved graphic tee shirt. It wasn’t helping my extra boost of sexual hormones that I was watching his biceps flex as he sliced the cheese. Shaking my head, I went back to playing the game on my phone. I needed to get myself under control, or well, at least keep myself under control while we were here.

She simply answered. "How da..." She leaned over, interrupting me. "YOU. ARE. A. PROTÉGÉ." She pronounced every single word slowly as if she needed to remind me about that fact. I gulped loudly, taking another step back, trying to scoot as far as I could from her. "Not a vampire's potential bride or lover. A protégé! A woman chosen by a lord, a clan lord, and then well-kept and educated for years before she is turned. But you won't be like any of those newly turned vampires, who'll need to survive centuries before they could raise their rank. No, you'll be turned into a noble vampire lady with clan members bowing down to you."

She kept her head down and tried to listen while pretending not to. “PRESCO is already losing clients.” Marco said sharply. “If this keeps up, others will follow.” “They won’t.” Niccolo said. “I’ve already sent people to inspect the warehouses again.” “And what exactly are they inspecting?” Julia snapped. “They’ve inspected it three times already and still nobody can explain why the products keep arriving damaged.” “Since they are not damaged before shipping.” Niccolo said, “Then the problem happens during transport.” “The question is why? We do our best to make sure they are properly transported so what’s the problem?” Marco asked frustrated.