Rayman Raving Rabbids The Game Novels & Stories

Chapter 94 "Aah" I hear Robyn scream Both Niklaus and I run downstairs to where the girls are... They are sitting on the sofa looking at the screen "What's wrong?" I ask "Mommy your name is in the game" Riley says excitedly I look at the TV. My name is on the screen... Then Raven takes the controller from the girls he presses something... The screen blacks out... a song starts playing {Blinding lights - Weekend Yeah I been tryna call

His grey eyes—cold, sharp—meet mine with a force that steals the air from my lungs. If he were a fictional man, I’d be drooling. If I were actually in love with him, this would be a scene straight out of my favorite fantasy book. But he’s not. He’s Roland Graham. And he’s everything that ruins fantasies. “What am I even thinking,” I mutter. “Get yourself together, Diana.”

A mad grin suddenly formed on her face as she rushed again at him in an incredible burst of speed. Sol calmly avoided some of them while retaliating from time to time. From what he knew, the rabbitmen were just a D rank race. Meaning they didn't even have horns. Still, they were quite powerful and their greatest strengths was their speed and the power of their feet. Just as he blocked a heavy hit from her and took a step back, Sol immediately felt his back tingling. Moving his body in a rather unnatural way, he let himself fall and avoided an arrow that went past his previous position.

We drive off my house. . . . It's an amusement center that opens up at night. They were tons of people in it, most especially young couples and children. I watched in awe. " You like it?" He asks staring at me. " Of course I do. Thanks, Darren." " You're welcome... Now let's stop standing here and play on the rides." He says and drags me with him. I giggle as I follow behind me. From the racing track to the bouncing castle, it was fun-filled. We got out of the bouncing castle feeling jittery and completely exhausted but above all, in a good mood.

Raya’s POV I watched Garret race inside and knew which room he would go to. Feeling his mind race, but eventually landing on the lunar room. It wasn’t a bad choice, but what else could I expect from a surprisingly strong and intelligent Gamma such as Garret. His playful demeanor would make you believe otherwise, but Garret was the most dependable fighter. His mind works in the most unique way.

Ryan ask her like a kid. "Haha okay" Hope and Ryan ran towards the game section. "Which game would you like to play" "Fire wall" she replied "Whoa it's my one of the favourite game's" he Chucklea "OMG our choices are so similar" Immediately then starts the "fire wall game" they were shouting and shooting like hell even the music of the video doesn't sound much. "Damn..damn don't hit me" he screams "Huhh If you have that much courage then beat me" she wink

I ask while kneeling down in front of her feeling how uneasy she feels hearing her parents yelling for her. I can’t help blushing a little when I stare into her obsidian eyes noticing her looking me over trying to understand what she is feeling. “I don’t know,” she whimpers at Rebecca screaming for her so I nod and scoop her up into my arms. “It’s ok come on,” I reassure while carrying her towards the barn door to find her identical twin opening the door. They are very much the same except, their hair, eyes, and abilities. Raven’s hair and eyes are pitch black and her aura was that of an extraordinarily powerful Lycan Alpha.

The car had been slowed down by traffic. She flung aimlessly but with all her might. Luckily, she didn’t miss her target. The stone leaped gracefully into the air, and as if in slow motion, landed successfully, producing a satisfying crunch as it collided with the rear glass of the car. “Yeah!” She screamed triumphantly, panting profusely.

One of them is the Anthony team, which is attended by only part of the members of the moto gang. On the other hand, Sihan looks worried, repeatedly staring at his smartphone screen. In addition, his eyes were also busy watching from a distance on the runway, closely observing a speeding motorbike leading the game. The cell phone in his hand vibrates, and the phone screen displays an incoming call. Immediately he received the call, the greeting voice sounded loud. "W-William!!" But then no more words were spoken. His lips felt dry, as did his throat from the tension and anxiety still keeping an eye on the motorbike on the race circuit.