DjinnofNovel
The baby Draculas, as I like to call them, sat on the empty spaces while Peter tackled Nathan.
when you seek a freedom and began neglecred law and ended became outlawed you will be confined.
((HOI! SORRY IM LATE! I wondered if this is ok? Stay tuned!))
He came closer and with the smooth smile greets me,apologised for his mistake . I asked him ," how could you done such huge mistake ,so what if you're god ,then also you've done so unfair thing?".I bombarded n number of questions on him ,but without any hesitation he accept his mistake and explain how all this mess happened.
Takiko Souma bowed her head before leaving there quietly.
Then a different voice, a cold, passionless, nonchalant voice asked, "Oh, is it that easy to leave?" After this question drifted around the entire camp, partial darkness engulfed the entire mountain terrain they were using as an outpost.
*Our dear Arthur...we didn't kill her. It was you...in your current state your body reacted and eliminate all threat...you couldn't control yourself..you have and you never will, because you refused to listen to us.*
I look into her crazed eye as she trying to stab my face to death.
"Are you going to let me join or not?" He asked running out of patient due to my late response. Pretzl pinch my side and I was back in reality. "O-ohh well s-sure" I said gently and I can feel the blood boiling in my cheeks.
I absolutely love reading this book. It's really well written and I loved how the beginning started, it really captured my attention. I honestly can't wait for the rest of the chapters to come so I can get to the end.
Just as they were to head towards the exit, Stigma halted his steps and turned towards the voice. Naturally because Emily heard the same thing, she did the same action and stood beside Stigma then both gazes landed on someone standing right behind them.
"Hey, are you okay?" He asks, pressing his hand against my forehead. His touch felt so real. My brain instantly blacked out and the last thing I saw was those whiskey-gold eyes staring at me in worry.
