Scissor Seven Characters Novels & Stories

He ran to me, panting heavily, but his eyes were shining with an unusually bright light. It was a light I hadn't seen in his eyes for a very long time. A light mixed with nervousness, anticipation, and even a bit of boyish anxiety. He pulled the velvet box from his sea-sprayed jacket and snapped it open. Then, he dropped to one knee. "Chloe." "It's been seven years. Thank you for walking these seven years with me." "I know I haven't been good enough, that I've put you through a lot. But please believe me, from this day forward—"

another batch of people suddenly arrived, and it made them 25 “there’s only 7 of you, do you really think your team can defeat us?! stop dreaming!”- ? one member of the group moves forward and maliciously looks to Kate and Cherry he is licking his knife and talks “leave the girls also! especially those two!”- ? Kate and Cherry feel disgusted to this human and glares at him “hohoho~ I like how the way you look, lets see if that looks still the same after I make you scream in pleasure!! ahahaha”- ?

I pecked her before leaving her presence and heading to my room for a night rest I slept that night like a baby Episode 16 Whitney pov FEW MONTHS LATER '𝑁𝑜𝑤 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑖 𝑛𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑜 𝑖𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝒉𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑠𝑝𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑖 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑏𝑒 𝑑𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝑡𝒉𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡' I thought starring at my science project, which would be done in few minutes ...... I was in the science lab at school creating a mega robot wing for a science project

Five admitted. “Blossom here shared an interesting story, since I'm not allowed to use the word lame, piece of information with me. She saved my name as Five on her phone and changed everyone else's name to numbers,” Six explained to him. “That's genius,” Five chuckled. I started, “Thank you! At least someone gets that it's “lame.” Six finished off. I sent him a glare. “Ignore him, Rochelle. He will forever have a stick up his ass. It’s an honor to meet you, Five smiled. “You too, Five, though it boggles me why you people go by numbers,” I replied. “When Six is ready to tell you, everything else will fit into place,” he said.

I looked at Ivy in front of me in surprise, her eyes practically sparkling. I smiled helplessly. "Don't joke around. My hand is already ruined. What team could I possibly join? "It's true!" She got so anxious that she yanked down her mask, revealing a delicate, strikingly pretty face. "Look. This is a team I just put together. We are missing exactly one jungler. Ash, I've been your fan for a long time. Please, just take a look at us. Our team really needs you."

I walked through the back door and into the east garden and I stood in the middle of it and I breathed through my nose until my hands stopped wanting to shake. My wolf rose up slowly inside me. Fully, this time. Like she had been waiting for exactly this moment to finally take up all the space she had been denied. The letter was still in my pocket. Heir to the Lycan throne. Fifteen days. I pressed my hand flat against my chest and I made myself a promise I had no intention of breaking. Damon Voss had spent seven years making me small. He had fifteen days to enjoy it.

My hands shook as I opened the photo and zoomed in, bit by bit. The scar stretched across the back of his hand, vicious and unmistakable. I had kissed it countless times in the dark, tears streaming down my face, believing it was proof that Dante Castellano loved me. Now, it looked more like a knife plunging into my eyes. Seven years. His promise still echoed in my ears. The weight of that ten-carat ring box from last night still pressed against my palm.

On the perfect enhanced wolf standing before them. She spoke in that wrong, gurgling voice. "Sister." Kira smiled. "Not sisters. You're just experiments. Failed ones. I'm a success." "Then we'll eat the success," Number Seven said. "Take your perfection. Make it ours." The hybrids attacked. Kira moved like lightning, faster than anything I'd seen. She caught Number Seven's clawed hand mid strike, twisted, and ripped the arm completely off. Black blood sprayed across the cell. Number Seven screamed.

Trinity argued, slamming his hand on the table for emphasis. “Lets just take this down a notch? Trinity, Nico, and Rico. Go get some air, but stay close. It sounds like we need to diffuse ourselves more than we need to be fighting. It’s been a long 3 weeks, and everyone is tense. Just breathe, our wolves heal fast, remember?” Scythe said, the smile on his face betraying how he really felt. _--_--_

' Just as Debra was shocked, Rachelle bit her lip as she soared into the air, landing firmly onto Scitalis' back before gripping her long sword and driving it seven inches down. There was an ancient saying that striking a snake seven inches below its head would kill it. Despite Scitalis being so gigantic, there had to be some sense in that quote. However, before Rachelle could strike, Scitalis' gigantic form shrunk rapidly as he morphed into his previous form once again. He threw himself onto the ground, beginning to beg over and over again. "Please forgive me, Fairy, forgive me…" He knocked his head onto the pavement, bowing as he begged.