Armin Armin 소설 & 이야기

For the first time, I felt truly in it, not just adjacent. Eventually, the collective teasing gaze of the table landed on its favorite target: Arman. Arman was… something else. A foreign exchange student from some northern country, he looked like he’d stepped out of a classical painting. Wavy brown hair, eyes the color of a summer sky, tall with the lean, strong build of a swimmer. He was also quiet, incredibly kind, and intelligent. And every single day, it seemed, someone worked up the courage to confess their feelings to him. He would always refuse with a gentle, polite finality that left no room for argument but also no lasting bitterness.

she had dried up tears on her cheeks because of her own actions. Aramis once finished talking to the counselors, marched in my direction. When he would walk among the crowd, all eyes would be shifted to him. He was incredibly good-looking and sexy. "Did I forget to tell you how gorgeous you look today?" He stood beside me, his hands on the counter like me, and smiled my way. "Well thank you. Did I forget to tell you how anxious and sad you have made me in the last three days?" the sarcastic closed-lip smile was a sign that I wasn't impressed with him hiding his plan from me.

The past few days had been a hurricane. Aramide ran up the stairs into her room. She got some wine from her bar and took it out and poured a little into a glass. She reached out and drank a shot. Her goal wasn't to get drunk, no. She just wanted to get some rest, and over the years, a few shots of vodka or whiskey seemed to do the trick. **************

I asked as I lifted the shades off of my eyes, showing her my signature wink and smirk. “I know you.” She placed her forefinger on her chin as if thinking deeply. “You’re the arrogant boss. Devin Carlo Mávros.” My eyes twitched in disbelief. Arrogant boss? Me? I might be arrogant, but no one has ever had the guts to say those words to me. She huffed. “Ren is not in the mood for you right now, Mr. Mávros.” And she slammed the door in my face while my jaw literally dropped to the ground.

Wasn't he chill a second ago? “Armin,” I said, “Babe what's wrong? Should I get a doctor?” Armin shook his head, his eye colour, white. “Don't hang out with Tentin again.” He said with a growl. It was an order and I did not quite like that. I pulled away from his embrace and stood on the bed, glaring at him. “Are you jealous? Why would you stop me from hanging out Tentin? Isn't he like one of your best friends?”

But, Amaris doesn't have any siblings that I know of—her only friend being that one boy that took his life a few days ago. When I heard what happened, I felt sick, wishing that I could have done something more, knowing that I should have stepped in and stopped it. Instead, I went to my father—but he forbade me from stepping in, we do not interfere with human ordeals, he had said.

Benzo snapped and I blinked. “Armin? He's here?” I asked surprised and Allistair glanced at me, letting go. “You know him?” He asked and I nodded. “He's a guard of my father's of cause I know him, why is he here?” I asked and turned towards benzo. “Is armin Betraying my clan?” I asked and he rolled eyes. “Yeah right, it seems like you didn't grasp the concept of enemy yet, Someone we don't like, someone we hate, someone we can never be friends with!” He explained but I wasn't buying it.

“I would stand back if you’re going to watch. We are starting soon.” “I’m Ren’s assistant,” I tell him. He looks visibly surprised, tugging his glove off his hand to shake mine. He looks boyishly handsome. He has shimmering blonde hair that glows under the midday sunlight. No wonder the girls have been gushing. Especially with his warm brown eyes. “Oh, nice to meet you. I’m Nik, I’m the manager of this lot,” he tells me, motioning over his shoulder at the others who seem unfazed at my presence.

Arturo chuckled and shook his head at me before starting the car again as the light turned green. “I am not talking about normal businessmen, little wolf, I will have you know that.” He said, and I frowned in confusion, trying to process what he just said. “The meeting that we are having would be of the different wines that will be arriving as well as a few drugs that would be entering the country.”

Fake concern maybe. “I am Arthur Murray. The curse mean nothing to me.” He said stubbornly. “Arthur…” I called his name. My tone was soft and warm. He looked down to meet my gaze. “Whatever it is your decision is, just know I am here with you and by your side okay?”