“Iola!” A faint voice, sounding very familiar, called out from somewhere. “Iola! Fight them. Fight. Don’t give in, Iola.”
From an unposted Chapter 24:
“What?” blurted Daiden. He shivered in a fright, watching the ring eat away at the exoskeletons. He hurriedly turned to Zane, in search of an explanation, and stuttered again, “What…just?”
There was no angle left uncovered, no detail left unnoticed, no rock left unturned with the nationwide surveillance program.
"I'm not sure if we can protect them from freezing though but the jellyfish will have the same problem.”
I will be fine.
Yeah this is boring but what ever.
“Iola.” Nesmir’s fading gasp ebbed within her distressed mind “I love you.”
"He Ghosted Me!!!!" Arg. Yup that's the last sentence I wrote.
Iola’s eyes went wide as the powerful Elite Guard drew his massive broadsword with a wicked gleam in his cold savage eyes.
His bottom lip trembled, and he gripped her hand in return, his breath coming out in shudders as his stormy eyes took in her flame, a tear falling, "Yeah. I do."
He was the fastest, deadliest combatant in cage fights, the one that always went for the kill, the one that should never be underestimated.
He was the “Little Crow.”
“So we’ll just hide here and watch these freaking zealots of Coel take that creature and go.”
Between its' teeth was a single red nail.
Druv shivered, and with one last look at his trance-induced mother glorifying their deity, he silently turned away and fled.
"Hey, I'm not against locking you away in a gilded tower, Rapunzel style if you want, but whose cars will you work on then?"
With an exhale, Elizabeth has just stabbed Queen Charlotte within her Heart, persistently stabbing her till she is constraining her on the ground, and even then she did not ease up as Blood is staining her Face…
I wonder what would you think of this quote
I strongly encourage thee to walk back.
...and then in a flash of silent brightness disappeared into the serene blackness of cold deep space.
“Fighting is not just physical, kid.” Zhen lectured as they squeezed round a narrow corner. “You have to learn the psychological tricks, Pierre.”
The bed that she had slept on as a child, while listening to Tamil lullabies with a warm hand patting her back to a soft rhythm, was gone.
This is something I'm working on at the moment and haven't put on Tapas yet.