Vol'jin Novels & Stories

Lucy cut me off and said, “Don’t listen to PJ. Get us some real drinks and fill them to the top!” PJ was my nickname, which was short for “Perfect Jasmine.” My classmates came up with it years ago as a taunt for being a religious, straitlaced, perfect student. Lucy was the only person I tolerated using it. I found her use of the nickname a bit ironic considering she was the perfect one, being so magazine gorgeous with a charming and sociable personality to match.

"You're nothing but a pawn in this game. Do you think you can take on the Whitneys and come out unscathed? You're delusional." His words cut through me like a knife. I refused to let his mockery undermine everything I had. With a steely glare, I held his gaze, refusing to back down. "I am not a pawn," I retorted, my voice trembling with fury. "And I will not rest until justice is served for Mira and my company." Mr. Whitney's laughter subsided, replaced by a cold, calculating stare. "You're out of your depth, Carmen. You have no idea what you're up against."

I giggled at his stupidity as he walked past me and out to the car. “Well, I am glad to see that Dillion and you seem to get along because he is going to be staying with you in Rome.” I turned around and held my breath as I looked at Jensen standing at the bottom of the stairs. He was wearing a plain black t-shirt that showed off his abs and chest muscles perfectly. A pair of ripped black jeans with black converse high tops and a black leather jacket thrown over his shoulder. He was breathtaking and I could feel my lust for him rising more and more. I calmed myself and walked over to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. “Aww. Are you jealous handsome?” His arms came around my waist and p

ZION "Let me help you with that," I suggested, trying to pry Alina's fingers off the heavy box she attempted to carry. She was doing a good job at it, hiding how much pain she was in by wearing a smile on her face but I could easily spot the beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She bared her teeth at me, a growl like sound vibrating in her throat, "Don't you dare Collins. I can carry my stuff up. I don't need your help."

✦ 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓 ✦ If I lost the Vanguard International Fellowship, I already knew exactly who would win it. Tristan. The thought alone was enough to make my jaw tighten.

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JIA POV "Alright, that concludes the fights for day one. Let me remind you of our winners. Capt. Bolis of Vaal, Lt. Oslo of Glortinon, Lt. Kaipo of Cok, Commander Saz of Cok, Lt. Net of Hassin, Commander Burk of Hassin, Commander Garlof of Cok, Capt. Terrax of Glortinon, Capt. Cull of Shikaz, Lt. Zarn of Makskin, and Lt. Modok of Gaimo," the announcer says and the crowd interrupts him with a loud roar of cheers.

The girl halted rushing to meet up with Val and Mia. "Raven" The girl mumbled enough for Val and Mia to hear but luckily for Mia, Val was sort of distracted by his phone's notification. Mia pulled the girl aside" So, you are Val's sister? I'm Mia, his best friend so what's your name?" "I'm Lola, Val calls me Lollipop" the girl beamed with smiles. "You are Raven" She said observing Mia's face strangely. Mia was shocked, reason was the girl recognized her through the ugly girl facade she had been keeping for so long.

"No. 6, the perfect strategist who has not been hurt even once in all of his past missions. The Genius Prince from the Land of Perfumes, alias: Vartyss" A lad with glasses and a refined body under his sweaty casual wear greets the camera with a smile. Then he turns back and puts his virtual chess piece to checkmate his opponent on the AB Ring’s hologram board. On his shoulder was a barbell. "Strong as a rock, fast as a thunderbolt. Alias: Tim and alias: Thwar, brothers from the realm of the Vikings. The record holder for clearing 47 Knight-level missions equally, which is the most among any trainee, follows as joint No.4!"

What's wrong with Shin? * To Be Continued *