Ranboo Once Said Novels & Stories

Brinn pouted as he dropped to the grass beside me. “He ‘does’,” I said, panting slightly from the last sprint. “He just also likes discipline, terror, and the occasional surprise glitter bomb.” As if summoned, said beta threw something into the air that exploded in a cloud of sparkles. “WHY,” Sari cried from the bushes. “For morale!” Uncle Rio called. “That’s not how morale works!” Sari shouted back. Rio grinned. “Spoken like a future officer. Now MOVE.”

Can I talk with you alone my love" She said with a friendly voice looking at me. I can't believe she's referring to me. Bruno smiled at me,and tint his head ,as a gesture for me to give it a try. I nodded,and emailed back at granny. She gave me a tissue ,I blew my nose and thanked her. "Bruno go settle with your father,I have talked to him,he is one stubborn brat ,he took after your grand father" Granny said to him. Bruno thanked his granny and went out of the room.

Anna explains for her aunt. “Well then, no worries. We shall set up a feast outdoors.” Popsie Reed responds matter of factly. “Now that’s more like it.” Everyone turns their head towards the person who spoke. “Popsie remember me from the valley? I am Bran by the way.” Bran approaches Popsie Reed hurriedly to shake his hand. Everyone laugh at Bran's ever so casual gesture. Amidst all these encounters, Anna glances at everyone. She truly feels grateful for coming home.

her aunty said. "Okay, I'm done giving money," Brindle said with an angry look before storming out. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .. . . . . . . . China

Bruno said. “She didn't beat me up,” Rave argued. He seemed not to want to accept. I wanted to laugh, but I was in no place to as I was going through a sweet torture right now. “Prepare everything. You can go; I'll call you later when I need you,” Bruno said. Rave stood up, bowed, and left.

"He said the old things do not care about shouting. They only respond to their names. Their real names. We were taught never to say them out loud." It is just a story Bren told me when I was a child, but I cannot stop thinking about it while Queen Lira finishes. The letters glow for a second, then the darkness takes them. Roran sees what she wrote, and his smile fades. His face twitches and his left hand shakes. For a moment it is not the thing in control. It is my father trying to push through. "Li—" he starts and stops. His voice breaks in the middle, and then whatever is inside him takes back over and his face goes blank again.

Abram frowned when Ronan stopped talking abruptly. “Ronan?” “I was correct,” Ronan murmured to himself. “What’s happening?” “You will not like it, Abram.”

Sera looked to Maelis. “I can find blue-gray wool.” “Do it.” A Brackenhold scout left immediately. I sat on a fallen log because my legs had begun making threats again. Garran sat beside me after a moment. Not too close. But close enough. “You did well with Roan,” he said. I laughed quietly. “No, I did not.” “You did not stab him.” “Bare minimum.” “For you, maybe.” I looked at him. He shrugged. “You looked like you wanted to.”

Zander: Shitty. Bryanna: Tell me what’s wrong…

Kraven’s POV Just when I thought the conversation had finally ended from my granny—the moment her hands left Ramson’s cheek and the boy, almost sensing the tension, scooted to the other couch beside my grandmother—Nonna started again. Her eyes clung to him, more like stubborn and steady, as if she’d been holding back the words until now. “As far as I am concerned, Kraven,” she said firmly, “even if you want to deny it, this little boy right here is your carbon copy. Exactly how you looked at his age.”