Sans Battle Novels & Stories

All that’s left for him is to nod and agree or disagree. Geez! It’s wrong to bet on people. Playstation would be very nice. He’s so thrilled about this bet, but not because of the fact that he’ll get a PlayStation in three months, but with the forthcoming relationship, he could have with the girl. At least now, he’s an excuse to really up his game and make the move to get close to her.

Sorin was stubborn as a mule and Maceo knew Sorin wasn't gonna accept anytime soon the fact that he was still hurting or more than accepting he just didn't want to show it. Maceo hoped that it wouldn't destroy Sorin. Sorin had been broken already as it was. ____________________________________________________________________ BAM! Sorin landed a perfect hit on his opponent's jaw making his opponent gush out blood from his lips. His opponent grunted as he staggered back. His opponent was stocked up, big muscles and all but in height he was almost same as Sorin, maybe even an inch smaller giving Sorin the advantage of speed and height which he was using to the fullest potential.

She is really strange. ✍️Authoress Ricky ✍️ To be continued... Bursted...Is Vendetta using scope now? Like, comments and comments to read next episode

little did we know that this is only wave one of the war. As the darkness loomed before them, Sable could feel a chill run down her spine. She knew that this battle, wave one of many, would not be easily won. The army of warriors behind her shared the same uneasy anticipation, their eyes fixed on the abyss that lay ahead. With a deep breath, Sable stepped forward, her sword gleaming in the dim light. "Warriors of our realm," she called out, her voice steady but filled with urgency. "Today, we face an enemy unlike any we have encountered before. But remember why we fight—to protect our loved ones, our lands, and all that we hold dear."

I smartened up into my suit and open shirt, carefully changing the bandage on my ribcage from the fight. Jerichos was bouncing, it had been the craziest seventy-two hours of my life and hopefully this was to be a peaceful conclusion. I don't know why but I had a switchblade on me. Perhaps everything with Jimmy had left me rattled, maybe even Callums betrayal, but I couldn't risk Johnny turning on me too. I've already told you he looks demure but is as vicious as a raid bulldog. I ordered him a double of the most expensive whisky in the bar and took a booth near the door where I could see him. A few women tried catching my eye but it wasn't happening. The volume, the brightness had been turne