Wild Kratts Aviva's Power Suit Novels & Stories

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.

It was filled with chrome machines, a sprawling mat, and several heavy bags. ​Ava was already there. ​She had changed out of her suit into sleek, black compression gear. She was mid-workout, her body moving with a terrifying, fluid grace as she struck a heavy bag. Thud. Thud. Crack. Every hit sounded like a bone breaking.

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.

My eyes close at the thought. No. She’ll be okay. Ava knows what she’s doing. When I open my eyes and focus on Laura’s back, I release a quiet breath of relief as the blisters and broken skin slowly begin to heal. Ava’s face is deep in concentration, and I tell myself not to make a sound. Another few minutes pass, and her skin is restored to its original state. She removes her hands and slumps backward, her powers instantly lowering her energy. “Thank you,” I say gratefully. I watch as she peels off her cardigan and wraps it around Laura’s naked body. “Trust me when I say, I’m going to murder those people who have made her do this to herself.”

Ava stepped out of her sleek, black car, her designer heels clicking on the pavement. The waiting news crew swooped in, cameras flashing as they snapped photos of her. The crowd surged forward, eager to get close, but her bodyguard swiftly intervened, forming a protective barrier around her. Ava's outfit was a stunning, red pantsuit, perfectly tailored to accentuate her curves. Her hips swiveled with each step, exuding confidence and poise. She glided across the parking lot, her sunglasses glinting in the sunlight.