The 100 Ark Novels & Stories

Then she saw a bannered message in an open enveloped style. [Finally, the awaited event for everyone! ‘Every player who get to play 100 Arc stories hell mode will be rewarded with $5 million dollars, be a top tier player and a chance to meet the creator as a character in the game and as well in real life.] The sudden announcement flooded the chat box with amusement and curiosity. It finally gave them a big reveal! ***

Not a helicopter. Something much larger. Something silent. Something Jonathan Mercer had hoped no one would ever awaken. Isaac's voice trembled. "They've activated..." "...the Ark."

Aria Nathaniel Lee stopped beside the hallway pillar and glanced at me apologetically. “Aria, wait here for a minute, okay? I just need to use the restroom.” I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. “You better hurry. If you take too long, I’m leaving you here,” I warned, waving my hand impatiently for him to go. He chuckled nervously and hurried toward the restroom while I stayed behind near the cinema lobby. Waiting around bored me almost instantly, so I wandered a few steps away until a large movie poster display caught my attention. Rows of colorful advertisements showed the films currently playing.

Beneath the night sky, the unfinished building stood like a giant tombstone. Swallowing every sin that had just taken place. "Black Garuda." Arka did not turn around. "Did you record everything?" "Of course, Boss." From the shadows, Black Garuda answered calmly. The red light on the small camera in his hand slowly went out. Arka then walked toward Kelvin. His steps were slow, yet each one felt like crushing pressure. Kelvin was still gasping when Arka's voice rang out. "You look alive." Arka looked at him like a scalpel dissecting a body. "But you also look like someone who's about to die."

Cinematic lighting, 8k resolution, highly detailed, vivid colors. > We have successfully kicked off Arc 2 with a massive victory!

Martha shoots me a weird look: “No? Why do you think I give the offender opportunity to show his navel? I practice Taekwondo, girl!” I breathe in an air of relief, “Good for you.” And thank God it’s not Kent. Despite being cocky, he is, after all, telling the truth.

You know in our life sometimes we lie for a good reason don't be too perfect or honest because ot all the time those aspects will bring you always in blue I just want to introduce my one and only Mike he is now my project partner at the same time my partner we build bridge he is so very talented he knows how to play music, painting, sketch, drawing, writing, and kung-fu yeah also he is a media influencer although he always said this to me that he is shy person but actually he put it in a right place like he is shy when out of his career but ounces he is in his career yeah, He is best one for me by the way this this coming birthday of him I will gift him my light year gift you don't know what

"I love you for who you are. Not because of your past or your family background, but because you're someone who's irreplaceable to me." "Aaron…" I was moved to tears. This was the kind of love I'd always longed for, something sincere and pure that came straight from the heart. "Will you marry me?" He pulled out a ring from his pocket and got down on one knee. "I promise to make you the happiest woman in the world." "I do!" I choked back tears as I held out my hand. Aaron slipped the ring onto my finger before pulling me into a tight embrace. At that moment, all I felt was an overwhelming sense of happiness and bliss.

"How considerate of you. Thanks a million." He raised an eyebrow at me, smirking. "So, what do you think?" "About what?" He immediately started selling Arthur to me with enthusiasm. "Why not give it a real shot? Arthur is upright and kind. He would never turn into another Edward. Besides, he's handsome. Your future kids would be ridiculously good-looking." I was so exasperated that I had no choice but to wave him off. "Fine. Fine. I'll give it a try, okay? Just stop talking."

I want Shawn Mendez signed as the brand ambassador of CLARKE. "Ms. Clarkson," The manager addresses me. "My client here is asking for 50% to sign the contract." The whole room breaks into buzzes and hisses. I manage to silence them all. "Ms. Banks, you have something to say?" I ask Bridget who does not seem pleased at all by The Manager's demands. She glares at The Manager. "I am sorry but the company is in no position to give your client 50%. It's either you take the 20% we are offering or no deal at all."