Scissor Seven Characters Novels & Stories

However, Harry looked down at me from above with cold eyes. “Hailey Rane, I think you’re quite useless. Don’t you know how to put on a good show? Since you like slacking off so much, then you can just stay with the crocodiles.”

he said taking a step back. I eyed him up and down. I couldn't have hurt him even if I wanted to. The flimsy scissors wouldn't even scar him, he was huge. He was obviously taller than 6ft with a thick muscular build. He had light skin, a few shades lighter than mine with low cut curly hair and very pink lips. He had a chiseled jaw with face that could only be described as sculpted by the gods. "Who are you," I asked lower the weapon. His shoulders dropped and he released a subtle sigh of relief, turning to two identical girls. One of them was the screamer, who went to fetched him.

I crawled downstairs, desperate to find any sign that she was still here. A document was lying on the dining table. I picked it up with a shaking hand. Alchemist Division of the Werewolf Elders' Council: Application for Rite of Severance of a Mate Bond Applicant: Myrna Walker Reason: Spousal betrayal, rendering the bond void of meaning. Signature: Myrna Walker Her signature was sharp and decisive, without a hint of hesitation. "No—" I tore the paper to shreds, but the pieces on the floor still screamed her resolve.

Tom pointed at the barren apartment. “Eve and Jordan have seven years of history together. “We’ve all seen how Eve’s been with Jordan these past seven years.”

I read this one in under a second. Not rage. Not cold. Something that had gone far past both of those into the particular territory of a man whose entire cognitive architecture — every precision, every calculation, every political intelligence, every mastered discipline of a lifetime — had just encountered something that none of it was capable of processing. He drew his sword. The White Heaven Heavenly Blade — Moon Severance, the sect's supreme weapon, the blade that had ended more martial careers than any other instrument of the murim world's last century. It came free of its sheath with a sound like a breath.

With one smooth motion, he slid the tablet just out of reach of Poppy’s fingers. Poppy tilted her head. “Is that a map?” “Yes,” Sebastian answered. “A treasure map?” “No.” I smiled too brightly. “It’s a boring grown-up map.” Poppy didn’t believe me. Of course she didn’t. She was born from me and Sebastian, so suspicion came from both sides like a bad inheritance no one could refuse. “If it’s boring.” Poppy tapped the flashcard again. “Seven reminds me of the light.” I almost ignored it, because Poppy could connect the number seven to a light, chicken soup, the philosophy of marriage, and glitter shoes in one paragraph if given orange juice.

The leader, a man in his thirties, held a shiny long saber in his hand. The man in the lead looked fierce, and there was a long scar on his right face, which made people feel scared. "Haha, there are still a lot of people. Do you want to set up a formation with me?" The scarred man glanced at Zhou Tian and the others and snorted disdainfully. This was beyond Zhou TianZhou Tian's expectation. Judging from the number of people on the other side, including the scar man, there were only six people, and he had more than 20 people in this field!

This man almost doubled his muscle mass. His dark brown hair had subtle streaks of red throughout. His eyes were green with hints of gold. They were the most amazing things I had ever seen. Looking at him made my heart pound. His eyes were focused on mine as he held my gaze. The scar on the left side of his neck was faded, the sight of it enraged me. I didn’t know why I was so upset about him being hurt. I felt myself begin to get lost in his eyes when my mind snapped me out of it.

Rose demanded. “They took her into surgery to stop the bleeding.” Dad said. “There’s a girl… she’s a junior doctor, I don’t think she’s a surgeon so she might be around here.” “Are you the girl?” Alice called to a pretty girl with dark skin and large red glasses. She had sea blue hair and tattoos resembling vines wrapped around her arms. A mage. A healing mage. Nice choice. I think I’d have gone for healing if I had the choice. “What girl?” The mage-doctor asked. “I’m Doctor McMillian. Err, Lucy.”

TIME: DAY 19 OF EXILE, 05:30 HOURS. LOCATION: SECTOR 7 - BORDER CHECKPOINT. STATUS: FORWARD OPERATING BASE. Sector 7 did not welcome them with open arms. It welcomed them with cold, indifferent concrete and the harsh buzz of neon.