Rem Re Zero Fan Art Novels & Stories

Zach stumbled and collapsed to the ground, then suddenly crawled over to my feet. “Coco, I’m sorry! It’s all my fault! Hit me, yell at me, do whatever you want, just don’t leave me, okay? “I know you’re mad at me, and that’s why you even walked away from the company we built together. Tell me what you want me to do. I’ll do anything. Just give me one more chance! “I already contacted the wedding planner. We’ve redesigned everything into a grand ceremony and included all your favorites. Come back with me and we’ll get married right away. Please!”

They may live in the same dimension but they have their individual lives. “I’m not gonna fight you, Azrael, and you know why I’m here,” Remiel said. She’s beautiful, just like Azrael herself. Her thick copper wavy hair drapes on her chest, deep amber eyes, high cheekbones, and slim physique made everyone turn their heads. Her face is more calm compared to Azrael’s sharp expressions. Azrael is probably just an inch taller than her.

"Let’s check it out. Everyone looks like they’ve seen a ghost." Zayla hesitated, then sighed and followed. As they pushed through the outer edge of the crowd, Zayla’s heart did a slow, sickening roll. There, staring back at them from the parchment, was the face of Remiel. It wasn't the vacant, terrifying version they had just seen by the waterfall. It was a formal sketch, his eyes looked soft, his jaw set in that quiet, lonely way Zayla remembered. But across the top, the ink was bold and unforgiving.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

"Remy look! I'm a real girl now." Remy burst out laughing, seeing the doodles on Seraph's face. "Maybe the bearded lady." What Remy didn't know was that Ronnie also doodled on his face. He had cat ears above his eyebrows, whiskers, and a cat mouth. Asher laughed at the two males. "Looks like your mates got the better of you two."

REBORNED Episode EPISODE Eight Third person POV Six months later: It was night when a girl dressed in black shirt and shorts with sneakers was walking down an alley. A black pouch was hanging on her waist and black cap donned on her fake bob cut hair. Because it was night, she seemed to blend in the environment and no one on the street regarded her. She reached a club called Potty and wine, one of the most illegal strip clubs in Lucknow…

Though Alpha Valor was 1000 years old, he looked in his early 30s. None of them looked their age. His mother, Luna Emmaline, looked in her 20s, the second leader of his family's small pack. She has blonde hair. The greenest eyes I'd seen. She's also tall but not as tall as the male and has a voluptuous body. All the she-wolves seem to have a curvy body, a large bust, and the ideal buttock size, which makes me wonder why Connor chose an uncurvy and ordinary-looking human girl like me.

Emerson follows. "If you knew Rage as well as I do. You'd know he has no trouble getting it up or keeping it up; all night long." Emerson starts to run her hot pink fingernail down my chest. Remi's eyes turn icy pale lavender with black slits. Iridescent scales slide down her arms.

A wave of confusion overwhelms Saya as she feels Sorem's front paws wrap around her while they roll together to the center of the hall until they end up on top of each other. Selene shakes her head and frowns, looking through the eyes of her wolf at the one who stopped her from reaching that idiot. A huge wolf, with orange-brown fur, white ears, and green eyes, has her completely pinned to the ground with his nose barely brushing Saya's. His warm breath mingles with her beast's, and she feels a pleasant tingling sensation running through her entire body.

Day seventeen: Four days remaining. Maya visited the settlements outside New Haven. Talked to people about how they felt. What they expected. What they hoped. In Reclamation territory, she met an elderly woman who'd voted yes. "I'm seventy-three. Survived the freeze. Survived the winters. Survived everything. I voted yes because I'm tired of surviving. I want my grandchildren to live, not just survive. If that means eighteen percent chance I die—fine. Better than guaranteed slow decline."