Underswap Chara Novels & Stories

Char said lightly before walking slowly towards its Razi. "What are you going to do" its impossible for Razi not to be scared now, his trembling body stepping back step by step Char used spatial transfer to appear in front of its Razi all at once. Leaning down, he put his mouth to its Razi's ear and "Little virgin, your blood smells so good, the blood of those cripples is so fishy and stinky, just like the bitch before, can I taste it?" Char's opened his mouth and licked at its Razi's white neck

Of course, Lauren choose the second option as any reasonable person will do the same God "So you choose the second option, good". Suddenly a screen appears in front of Lauren, he looks at the screen and realize that he can make his body the way he wants it to be, seeing this he becomes happy and start shaping his body, he chooses a slender muscular body with a little tan skin but not too much, he set his age at 18, height 6 feet, red eyes, black hair and made his little brother 9 inches, after that there was a section of starter pokemon he browse through it and select Chimchar because he really liked it final evolution and its blaze ability, after he finishes designing everything he looked a

he suggests. I purse my lips and pull the iPad on the desk closer to me. I open up my calendar. I had four calendars that needed to work in tandem. I had mine, Rae's, Poppy's, the figurehead of The Howard Holdings Company, Audrey Ellis, my fun brunette persona when I wanted to forget my life for a while, and my reclusive ginger Frankie James. Frankie was never on my calendar, unfortunately. Audrey only makes appearances because she was more or less my alter ego for the gentlemen's club, Eve. And realistically, Rae and Poppy are the same person. Poppy is just to save face for Rae. I'd always be Rae Spencer no matter how much I tried to run away from that life.

But now I try to update earliest possible. Wait for me... Yours love Riya🌸🌼🌸 (Little-pepper)

My first enemies in nothing less than 24 hours. "You got your locker and keys? " Charlie asked. I dangled the keys in front of her "Got them" From the side of my eyes in the dim lightening of the road I saw someone trying to catch up with us, a slender almost painfully thin girl with a mass of dark brown curls. I imagine a soft wind blowing her off. She smiled wide and waved, "Charlie, whose the new friend? " she asked in a high voice. "Jessica Underwood. Senior, Class 2". She glanced at me "Don't worry Zoe here is harmless, she was the constant butt of the Bad Boys Club "

I'm stunned by her use of my proper extensive name and not quite sure how to answer. Tyboll, also with long hair and a decided spark in his eyes, steps around Veda and places his hand out. "Forgive my mate, she loves full titles." The she-bear playfully slaps his arm. "Please call us Tyboll and Veda and we shall call you simply Sierra," he says.

But I’m here alone, as usual, so I have to put up with whatever the fuck this is. “Get her, boys. Hold her down and we’ll show her what real men can do,” the middle one sneers. My warlock abilities may be weak, but they’re not completely gone yet. And right now, I don’t care how much damage I’m going to do to the bar. I grip the counter. Before they can even move, the floor shudders and the tiles rip apart as vines burst through them, grabbing them all. They fight back, shocked by the sudden aggression on my part, or maybe by the vines.

But that didn't put me off, even a little. I caught one mid-lunge, slammed him down so hard the floor cracked beneath us. Another came from behind. I sensed it. Just in time. I whipped around, caught his shoulder in my jaws and tore. His scream was short and final. Vander, one of my warriors. A veteran, with years of experience. He took two down at once. He was like smoke—fast, untouchable, a blur of fur and rage, despite his age. One clawed at his chest but he ducked under and drove his fist through the wolf’s stomach. Clean through.

I screamed. I turned to face him and he smiled. “You don’t need anyone to lower the bar for you.” “I DON’T NEED ANYONE TO LOWER THE BAR FOR ME.” “You’re strong and phenomenal.” “I’M SO STRONG AND PHENOMENAL.” “You don’t need fixing. You’re a super woman.” “I DON’T NEED FIXING. I’M A SUPERWOMAN. ANDRO’S IRON LADY.” He burst into laughter. “Yeah, Iron lady in a good way.”