Support Character Novels & Stories

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And somehow, a part of her was proud to stand beside him. ________________________________________ After the meeting ended, Alexandro had other matters to attend to, and he instructed one of his betas to stay with Serena. A young woman approached, her steps confident and light, a small smile playing at her lips. She was dressed in black leather armor, her dark hair braided tightly, and a sword rested casually at her hip. "Lady Serena," she said, bowing slightly. "I'm Kiara. Beta of the Blood Moon Pack." Serena blinked in surprise. She hadn’t expected to see a woman among the warriors—and certainly not holding the high rank of Beta.

Lapuz watches as Ecto accesses the Options tab on the main menu and then the Settings submenu. On the Settings menu, the mouse pointer automatically moves down to Chat settings. | Chat settings: Set up your Chat options | Allow Chat messages from… _ anyone x Allies only | Keep Chat history for {3 months} Clear Chat history | Save your Chat history Export Chat history | The ghost pointer moves up to “Clear Chat history” and clicks it. Then, it goes back to the main menu and accesses the Character tab. Mrs. Lapuz is introduced to the two characters on Kate’s account: Kayzel and Ecto. Kayzel is the original character in use so her 3-D full-body image is posing with

Rose said with a stern voice. “You’re… Not angry?” “I am after what you said. Listen, you are nothing but a Divine magic user. You can’t deal any damage and you are nothing but a support character.” Rose’s words were like arrows piercing Cecilia’s heart. “However, in a team, a support character is very much needed nonetheless. Giving buffs and healing teammates including forming barriers, those are important. So if you’re saying you’re quitting, I won’t forgive you.”

It felt wrong but he would not take anything from me. I headed to the kitchen and made a hot drink. The warmth settled me. My house was too busy for my liking. I offered Logan a drink which he gladly accepted. As we were drinking there was another knock at the door which was unexpected. I froze, gripping my hands against the counter. Logan disappeared and returned a few moments later with someone behind him. “Leah, this is Jack, he does security for us. Jack this is Leah.” Jack was shorter than Logan and a lot stockier. He was muscular and had a shaved head. He reminded me more of an army man than anything else. His arms were covered in tattoos, and his stance screamed military. He stepped f

He’s a good friend, I knew it. I am alone now. Staring at the ceiling, my mind wanders to every possibility that might happen during this program. I’m certainly thinking that my task probably almost done as my friend has volunteered to do it for me. Maybe I’ll just catch up on all the undone things, that's if they let me do it. Or they will ask me to sit, watch, and do not making any moves in order to make me feel better and better. Lucky me, my teamwork is very supportive, maybe more supportive than my friends in the group. Even until this day, the girls never showed up here. I don’t know what the problem is, am I the problem? That’s funny to think about it, yet, I am here trying my best to

One person that will support me. Then I hear something that brings Hope to me.. A single voice that cuts through the silence like a knife "Lucan! You can do this! Show them who you are!" Charles. Of course it is Charles. He is standing in the front section, clapping his hands and cheering for me like I am already the victor.

He was very supportive right from the beginning. There might not be too much chemistry between them but they were working on it and they are best of friends. It is easy to sit and talk things out with him than any other person, he is understanding and the best fiancée out there. He would've been the best husband if not for death, Allah loves him more. Her family are being very supportive though she don't like how they treat her like a fragile egg, she is Kauthar Malik Masari, the business woman with calculative moves.