Repeat Vn Novels & Stories

his inner self yelped in excitement as his mind started planning many ways to make her vanilla life into a havoc of chaos. _____________ Rana Tigrina ; frog

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Keyboard Overkill

I said, leaning back. I picked up my left hand, and three blue see-through keys appeared. One said control, and the other two said C and V. It was the gift Genesis gave me. [Copywriter]. It works like a dream. I see an ability, and I type Control C. It copies the skill permanently and places it in my skill tab. The only downside is that certain skills, like magic, have requirements. Either a skill has a prerequisite, or I have to have certain numbers in my stats. Each skill is ranked from F to S, and the higher the skill, the more requirements are necessary.

Dominic joined Collin and looked on with interest almost as if he was partially in charge. “Since hair color is an option on Vera, do you think she would look better as a brunette?” “No,” Collin said quickly. “The thing that’s special about Vera is that we can match her hair to whatever shade we want, as long as it complements Alexander’s. Also, her eyes—a blue-eyed girl wouldn’t have filled the bill. I still haven’t discarded the idea of having everything in the photos black and white except for their eyes.”

~Night in the North~ The band of the night anti-supernatural creatures were all set out all on standby against the time the enemy steps forth unaware of their secret formation and intentions. They are all following the lead of Raven. "Kai, can you hear me now?" Raven asked tapping the piece plugged to her ear. "Yes Raven. Very clear" "I'm with Delilah. Check with Archie and the rest. Any time from now, we might spot something fishy around. I think they are probably thinking of setting a trap for us tonight"

We wrestled each other for only a few seconds before I sunk my teeth into her collar. I was very used to the taste of venison because of where I got my blood at home. Fresh tasted so much better than what I was used to. The warm blood trickled down my throat as it left her body into mine. I squeezed onto her tightly as I proceeded to suck every last drop that I could savor out of her lifeless body. When I was sure that I could not get any more from her, I stood up and brushed myself off. Taking the leaves and branches out of my hair, I began to walk back to camp. Luckily I hadn’t gone far and was able to reach them within moments.

His eyes fluttered open, and there he was Vane, his stepfather, standing at the foot of the bed, utterly naked. Elias’s heart slammed against his ribs, accelerating into a frantic rhythm that echoed in his ears. Vane’s presence filled the room. At thirty-nine, Vane Ashford was a masterpiece of masculine perfection—broad shoulders, honed from years of routines in the private gym downstairs. His chest was a sculpted expanse of muscles, with a light trail of dark hair that went downward, drawing Elias’s gaze in lower. Vane’s skin glowed faintly in the dim moonlight filtering through the curtains, a warm olive tone that outline the lines of his abs, each rib defined as if carved by an artist’s h

"You're Serena Vale, right? Do you realize you were late on your first day?" Serena blinked innocently and glanced at her watch before addressing the manager, "Manager, you're mistaken. Work starts at nine and right now, it's exactly eight fifty-nine and thirty seconds. Technically, I'm not late; I'm thirty seconds early. How can that be considered late?" The manager was taken aback by the newcomer's audacity to talk back and grew even angrier. "Don't you know you're supposed to arrive five minutes early? It's basic professionalism."

​The Vane’s Legacy II screamed through the "Null-Fold," but the vibration was different. It wasn't the smooth, rhythmic hum of the Republic’s slipstream. It was a jagged, mathematical friction, as if the ship were being forced to move through a sea of frozen numbers.