Venti X Traveler Novels & Stories

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”

And I wonder what's in this package. I can not wait to ride in the limousine I see from a distance. This is going to be fun. ^^^^

"Okay then, no problem. Friday will be fine. I'll be less busy on that day. Let's meet up from around 09:00am" "No problem then" "So tell me, how does it feel cruising around town in your new ride?" Steven said, grabbing his chopsticks "Boy, the feeling is so damn lit. Me be feeling so fly whenever I get behind the wheels" Dana said, sipping her champagne "Courtesy of Chase Motors" Steven smiled "Yeah, yeah. You know, when the car first arrived, I made some rounds around it. The exterior was so beautiful. But when I got to the interior, I had fucking screamed my lungs out"

It displayed two colored streaks of lightning circling the globe where one was blue and the other red. Carter pointed to the red one. "This is the new trace we got from the original speedrealm energy which has been reacting at unstable level unlike the normal speedrealm energy." "So, what does this have to do with the 'speedster killer' ?" "I'm getting to that." Carter went on.

The only thing left is the weakness she's still feeling. We came down from the truck with me grabbing my lucky axe and my backpack. I tucked my Beretta into my belt and got my axe ready in hand. I saw Austin arming himself with his Kimber Custom TLE II (EM) 1911 pistol and a blade he produced from his backpack. Clara took her katana from the back of the truck and used it to support herself as she walked .

“We have also commandeered one of their Mecha, an A-ranked one at that. We will certainly commandeer more as we go along.” “I’ve got a mecha we could use,” piped in Xylo. “From my old Navy Recon days. Assault-class with a sniper loadout.” Eva brightened considerably when Xylo revealed she was a pilot. It certainly sounded like she had gone through boot camp as well. “You never said you were a pilot,” she said. “Never came up before, honestly,” Xylo replied. “Not like we needed it against Nightmare and his band of fools.” “I’ve got a ‘Vette of my own,” chimed in T-Rex. “She’s totally sweet - thick armor, tons of nice guns, super lux on the inside. She’s parked next to yours; I’ll give you all

She'd learned the layout of the main floor, identified security patterns, begun to understand the household dynamics. And she'd seen him. Alpha Kael Stormridge, in the flesh. Marcus's killer. Sera pulled out her phone and scrolled to the photos she'd saved-pictures of Marcus, smiling and alive. The evidence of his murder. The anonymous note that had started everything. She needed to remember. Needed to keep the hatred sharp and clear. But when she tried to summon rage, tried to feel that burning need for vengeance... Nothing. Just exhaustion and emptiness. Her wolf was silent. Her heart was numb. She was a weapon, yes, but weapons didn't feel. They just cut.

There’s only 4 of this Scorpion X1 that I bought, all of them has been turned into an exclusive VVIP carrier, I determined this Quad Copter to be used as the Cabinets Official craft, and also for the uses of any foreign official that wanted to come to Aeternum for official business. After all, in Fantasma, the society prefer to be treated on their standard and wanted to see a clear deferential treatments fro the others around them. Like how noble were the only one ride a horse and the commoner could only walk on their feet. At the same time, the image issues aside, I also wanted to test flight this craft myself, I know that it was safe to be use, but from what Robert Corn R&D team told me, t

“I’ve been thinking about getting the new Jeep Grand Cherokee Trackhawk.” Xander plopped down on the couch beside Serenity. “Tired of the Wrangler?” Matteo cocked an eyebrow, taking a sip of his beer. “Don’t get me wrong, I love the Wrangler, but I just think it’s time for an upgrade.” Xander shrugged. “The Trackhawk is definitely the full package.” Lorenzo smirked, clearly impressed by the vehicle. “Serenity?” Xander looked beside him to see his fiance staring off into space, not paying him a lick of attention and he looked at her with amusement as he nudged her, “Ser?”

I parked my car and made my way into the restaurant that resembled more like an asylum. "A table for two," I informed the receptionist as I observed Maddy. "May I ask the receiver's name, sir?" The receptionist questioned me timidly. "Marienne Carlisle Victor." The recipient checked something in her laptop and informed me with a bright smile, "Table 23, sir. Our waitress will be there to serve you." I nodded in acknowledgement and made my way to the table along with Maddy. She didn't utter a single word all this time.