Sarv X Ruv Novels & Stories

#74 "I look like a literal child," Garvin says, holding the uniform blazer at arm's length with the expression of a man being asked to wear a hazmat suit to a dinner party. "Who designed this? Who sat down and thought, yes, this is what a human being should put on their body voluntarily?"

Tyler rolled his eyes at him, uninterested, "It was a long list and I might have made some mistake, so you better confirm it by your own eyes!" "Aright! What's the name of the place?" "It's some training facility named 'Rudra Arsenal Training Junction' on Zerg!"

Marcus Ruvia just continued his exit from the abandoned building as if he didn't hear anything. Marcus Ruvia was known for being a ruthless, dominant, and powerful young boss of the mafia in the human world. He is very tall and muscular. His delicate features and obsidian eyes made him look mysterious and aloof. His aura imposed that no one should try to mess up with him or else they had their own death wishes.

Some days he wrote ten thousand words in one sitting. Dr. Patel read chapters as he finished them, making sure he was processing everything healthily. Dante read the final draft and cried. "This is important," Dante said. "People need to read this." The book published two years later. *From Ruin: A Survivor's Story* became a bestseller within weeks. Luca did interviews, book tours, speaking events. He told his story over and over, and each time it got a little easier. The shame lessened. The power shifted.

Mehna : let's go eat something. Alia : okay. (In canteen) Mehna : I got information about SRV. Alia : what is SRV? Mehna : you really don't know who they are? They are well-known and popular boys in India. Alia : celebrities? Mehna : they are more then that. Let me tell you SRV means Sam , Roy and Viki. Sam is king wherever he go. he is very popular in girls blogs. Roy is bookworm but handsome and kind.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

I know where this talk is going. “Bullshit, Ivann,” I responded. I closed my eyes once more and started massaging my temples for a second before looking at him straight in the eye. “It’s funny thinking that it doesn’t only happen inside a book or a movie but also in real life,” I sarcastically said. “Someone who can actually hurt you and then make up an excuse using a disease just so they can be forgiven,” I added, acting like I was surprised.

“There. Now you look like someone worth believing.” “I feel like someone’s furniture.” “Good. Furniture doesn’t fidget.” Farrow moved toward the door, then stopped and turned back with a more focused expression. “Before we go in, listen to me. Whatever you feel, keep it off your face. Breathe in. Smile — not too wide. Aurelia’s smile was small, almost private. Stand straight. Let them speak first when you can. And if anyone says something that catches you off guard…” She paused.

Only then did I register our state – both of us stark naked, Damario's face smeared with blood, and my own hand throbbing with pain, my knuckles torn and bleeding. Ignoring the onlookers, I yanked on my sweats, grabbed my backpack, and stalked out of the locker room. I hadn't taken more than a few strides when I spotted Czar, my best friend and future royal beta of Sunhaven, heading towards me with a deepening frown etched on his face. This isn't good. I stopped, looking him dead in the eyes as if to check what was going on through his dark orbs. "What is it?" I demanded, halting on my track. Czar scratched his neck. "His majesty wants you to come home. Now!"

“Access required level-three clearance.” “Who has that?” I asked. “Four people,” he replied. “Axel?” “No.” The word was immediate and firm.“Who?” I pressed. “Dr. Salazar. Marcus. Ivan. And me.” I processed that carefully.“The doctor would not risk her career,” I said. “She would not,” he agreed. “Marcus?” I asked. Ruin shook his head once. “Marcus does not have the skill.” “Ivan?” I asked quietly. Ruin’s jaw tightened slightly.“Ivan handles logistics,” he said. “He understands systems.”