Wild Kratts Aviva's Power Suit の小説・ストーリー

He quickly let go and whimpered seeing blood oozing out of her wrist. Quickly changing into his human form, Alpha Xavier jumped in the water and took out her body. He laid her on the ground and pressed on her chest. He tried again and again. Ava coughed out water and started coughing. Alpha Xavier sat her up and himself sat behind her. Her head was resting on his chest. Ava blinked when Alpha Xavier's tears fell on her face. She slowly opened her eyes and looked at him. Alpha Xavier smiled and Ava closed her eyes again.

he points to her, “just because now she has those.” The door opens and Ava and Killian stand there, both wide eyed and Ava in her true form, tries to defuse Brooklyn’s embarrassment, by telling her she was a hot Momma. Braddock didn’t appreciate it, but watching my sweet girls face lose her red blush and smile it was worth it.

Dominated by a stark rack in the center, the room also featured a bed, which bore witness to countless tales of pain and surrender. Swiftly, she attached Carver's wrists to the rack, and with a swift and careless motion, she tore away his pants. Ava's stomach tightened as she recalled the state of his attire when he'd returned to the office after his previous visit, and a shiver ran down her spine. The evening had only begun, and there was no telling how much more darkness they would have to endure.

​A moment later, the chair across from me scraped back. ​Ava sat down. She had traded her tactical gear for a pair of slate-gray joggers and a tight rib-knit top. Her hair was still pulled into that signature tight ponytail. I didn’t understand her obsession with it—it looked like it was trying to pull the very thoughts from her head. ​"I see, Princess. You’re becoming more comfortable," she said, her eyes dragging over my crop top and shorts with a slow, clinical sweep. "And I don't have to force the fork into your mouth today. That’s an improvement."

Ava thunders back down the stairs, now wearing her dragon shirt—green with scales printed across the front—over leggings that don't match but she insists are "dragon colors." "Ready!" she announces. Mrs. Patel appears with a bag. "Snacks, water, backup wings, Mr. Floppington's dragon friend, tissues." Ava tugs my hand. "Can I ride with you? Mommy drives too slow and I want to get there first." Elena's face shifts—protective, uncertain. "Baby, I think—" "Please?" Ava's already pulling me toward the door. "Adrian's car is faster. And it smells like coffee instead of Mommy's boring music."

“The mean lady who took dolly away and threw her into the lake, she told me she didn’t mean to but she did it on purpose, she threw dolly into the lake and told me to fetch Ava, Ava had superpowers, the water won’t harm her, that’s what she said, but the water did harm Ava, now Ava got hurt because of that mean lady,” tears began to flood Meeka’s eyes as she remembered everything that had happened. Seeing Ava being all fried up reminded her of daddy and the bad roggies that attacked her pack that blessed day.

She wore an awful, gaudy floral robe and pink, fluffy slippers. “Mom?” Ava exclaimed, clutching her blankets to pull them over her chest. “What are you doing? Get out!” “I...I...” Ava’s mom stuttered. Her eyes flicked from me to Ava, then back to me. I scented her. She was a wolf, too, but unlike Ava, her wolf wasn’t suppressed. “I said please leave,” Ava said, holding the blankets up to her chest. But my eyes were fixed on the woman’s wrist. It was there, clear as day—the faint, green, shimmering emblem.

"Come on, live a little. You have a great figure, why not show it off?" "Fine, I'll try one. But only if you promise to wear a jumpsuit." "Haha, no way." Ava said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, come on!" "A jumpsuit? Really?" Ava asked raising an eyebrow. She had a feeling Kim was starting to have too much fun teasing her. Kim nodded. "Yep. They're so chic and stylish. I think you'd rock it." "Just say you hate me and go," Ava muttered, rolling her eyes.

I kept going, working her through it until she collapsed against the pillows. Crystal slid off her chest, breathing heavily. “That was fun.” I wiped my mouth and stretched out beside Ava. Her face was dazed, her skin damp with sweat, her lips slightly parted. She turned her head toward me. “Your turn.” “I’m not finished with you yet,” I said. Ava smiled weakly. “Good. Because I want to be ruined.” Crystal laughed, low and pleased. “You’re exactly where you need to be.” I reached for the restraints at the edge of the bed. Ava didn’t flinch. She let me tie her wrists to the headboard without a word.

The following morning everyone was seated around the table having an early morning breakfast except for Ava, who approached with her baby blue bag pack on her back. She was putting on a peach white shirt on a pink harajuku skirt which was extremely short and almost exposing her thighs. Her black hair was styled into a tight ponytail and she wore a pink snickers that matched her school skirt. Her blood boiling with rage at the sight of Bryce seated next to Carina, she shot a furtive glance at Carina before looking away.