Train Scene Invincible Mga Nobela at Kwento

*Vivienne* The red lens of the drone flashed. "Get down!" I screamed, lunging sideways. I grabbed Clara by the waist and threw both of our bodies into the wet dirt beneath the truck's heavy steel axle. Martha dropped with Dominic, pinning him flat behind the massive rubber rear tire. The drone fired. Two heavy metal slugs punched straight through the rusted cabin door of the logging truck, missing the old gatekeeper by inches. He rolled into the mud, his wool blanket flying into the brush.

Eleonna was escorted to go outside. After she opened the box, the men in grey uniforms just appeared out of nowhere. She was bought to another room separated from where the stage where. She looked around the place and saw a big screen attached on the wall, it had a different footage in every corner of the place inside the game. The girl walked towards it and stared at the highlighted footage. There she saw Audella, Shaun, Celeste, and Fumiya fighting alongside. From the looks of it, her team mates were winning.

Engine running. Waiting. END SCENE

From what they knew they ninjas didn't have guns, so Trina would be ok, her shell is basically bullet proof. “Damnit I can't see anything their lights are blinding me.” Syncere said as he tried to focus and find out who was coming at them. He didn't have to wait long to find out if they weren't friends when the van rammed into the back of their truck. The force of the van hitting the back of the truck, had them slamming into the cab of the truck, they groaned in pain. The van rammed into them again causing Trina’s cage to fly towards them, Trina screeched loudly at being tossed around. They had to roll out of the way just as Trina's cage slammed into the cab. Suddenly the window to the cab o

I asked and he nodded. "I was polite, and he was anything but," he replied and I nodded reaching for my firearm putting it into my body holster, buttoning up my jacket. "Are you going to shoot him?" Victor asked fearfully. "We'll see," I replied as we stepped out of the car watching as he jogged over, walking beside me. "What do mean by such a thing?" "Him getting shot will be based on his actions, self-defence is only necessary for a helpless woman," I replied finding humour in my words.

Wires soft voice whispered in my other ear through the small ear piece there. Everyone smirked and glanced at me as I rolled my eyes. All their faced turned to stone when we heard that unmistakable sound of bikes heading towards us. "Dummy up everyone. It's showtime." Tech added through everyone's ear pieces. We were all silent as we watched the bikes pull up and stop right in front of the building. Ash was correct as I counted 15 riders. "We've got a few friends incoming as well. Stay hidden, forest team." Spike shared. I tensed but Jaden quickly put his arm around me as Ash grabbed my hand to hold. The riders all got off their bikes and the few that wore helmets quickly pulled them off.

"Lady, we're almost here. Be ready," I'm really nervous, but there's no turning back! I'll going to see it with myself. Tribe of Picaresque, I'm on my way. So be ready. Scratched that, I myself, need to be ready. *** ©Skies Ambrielle

respect. On the screen, the forest thickens, and Veyra shoulders her way through the dense brambles. She shields the others from the thorns with her arms. Her skin splits open again in more places, but she doesn’t stop. I watch the screen intently as the next threat comes close. It’s a camouflaged pit, and I see Riven walk toward it. Before she can step onto it, Veyra’s hand shoots out and yanks her back to safety.

I saw as I start driving to the pack house. As I pull up and park in front of the pack house, my dick gets hard all over again, as I step out of my car and see Scarlett waiting outside the packhouse, leaning against the railing of the porch. Her long, chocolate brown hair is in loose waves down her back and I can see her bright green eyes from here. Her curves look perfect in a red dress that wraps around her body, showcasing her cleavage as it ties at the waist. Her legs, perfectly toned from all her time training and sparring, look they need to be wrapped around me as she stands in a pair of black stiletto heels. Before she has a chance to move even an inch, I’m out of my car and on the po