Novel & Cerita Sing 2 Porsche Crystal

'Something has changed now because of Crystal, and I doubt that things which will get back as it was previously. #TBC

Scarface nodded at the short man. The short man crept toward the carriage, blade in hand. He drew in a deep breath, flipping the tightly drawn curtain aside with the tip of his blade. The carriage was completely empty. No Eira, no Serena, her ever-present shadow from the Windchaser Clan. Only a fist-sized clear crystal sat on the low table at the center of the carriage, blazing with searing, blinding white light from within. “Shit! It’s a Flash Crystal Charge!” Scarface’s face drained of color, and he roared a warning.

" I just wanted to ask " Liam scoffs " are you know interested in old men " She gasps and stomps on his foot in anger . " Ow ow ow " " I feel like jamming your big head to that car boot" she yells and storms away . He limps after her " wait wait , I was just kidding" A Porsche car drove smoothly down the road , inside it Crystal was cuddled up in Rylan's arms fast asleep. It was her first time attending a banquet and it was exhausting.

Selene screams, her voice cracking as she instinctively covers her throat. "Is that right?" I let out a dark, mocking purr, pulling a small silver recording crystal straight out from the layers of my heavy crimson gown. I press the side of the stone, and our exact voices instantly echo through the high arched ceilings of the boutique. The raw, unfiltered recording plays back every single piece of her treasonous filth clearly. The arrogant, smug expressions on all three of their faces shatter like cheap glass, their features twisting into absolute, naked panic.

A whole new uproar. And I did as told. Slowly, I walked to the door before turning to look at her. “Sign the papers, and I won’t hold that assault against you.” With that, I yanked the door open before shutting it behind me. Before I knew it, I was in my Porsche driving down to Fair Park at the speed of bloody 140 km/h. Crystal. My Amethyst. I needed her. I needed her more than my next breath.

’ ‘Be careful. ‘It’s okay. Cristofer won’t do anything to me.’ Ten minutes later, the taxi stopped at the gate of the Court. Cristofer, who had just arrived there, stood beside his white Porsche car. In Estelle’s impression, he seemed to like Porsche very much and had bought many Porsche cars. Cristofer was always a good driver. But just now, when he parked the car, he scraped his car behind the car behind. And at this moment, there was a black and ugly scratch on the white bumper.

I turned back toward the entrance and straightened my posture. Then Aria said, "Wait a sec…" Her voice shifted, picking up that particular pitch it got when something had genuinely caught her attention. "Is that Ken's car?" My eyes moved before I consciously decided to look. A car had turned into the space not far from where we were standing. Shiny black Porsche 911, which announced itself with sound before it announced itself with sight. As the engine had that low, smooth rumble that expensive cars carried differently from regular ones, in a way that you feel it in your chest slightly before you heard it properly. The body was clean and glossy under the venue lights, every surface catching

She sat beside her, and the car took off, followed by two Bugatti behind her. … Stepping out of the Lamborghini, Crystal felt as if she were about to enter hell. She swallowed hard and took a deep breath. From the door of the church, she could hear the soft tunes of the violins and the keyboard. The tune was calling her to enter the hall. Crystal's head spins. For a moment, she wished she could just turn around and run away. But no. She needed to be strong for their love. They had already come a long way.