777play Novels & Stories

"Close your eyes, breathe deeply." I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. This is ridiculous. "Again," Malcome instructed. I took another deep breath. "Do you feel it?" He asked. "The only thing I feel is the ice melting through my pants." I heard Adam chuckle and Malcom gave a disgruntled sigh. "You're supposed to feel her." he said. "Feel your inner wolf." Her? I shook my head. "I'm not feeling anyone." "It's because you're not taking this seriously," Malcom said pointedly.

TRIGGER WARNING: THIS IS A G****E TRANSLATED VERSION. WE JUST NEED FUNDS TO SAVE DOGS’ LIVES. PLEASE BEAR WITH ME. I WILL REVISED THIS SOON. GAME TEN:Bleeding Is it possible to feel different emotions in one snap of time?

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Ties were tied around foreheads, heels were kicked into a corner, and the air was thick with the kind of laughter that only happens when the boss isn't around. ​"She’s here!" Sarah shrieked over the remix of a Dua Lipa track, waving a red solo cup in the air. She looked like she was three drinks ahead of the room. "The Queen of Velez has entered the building!" ​I was immediately swarmed. Vince and a few of the other editors I used to work with huddled around, handing me a cold bottle of beer. ​"Is it true Mateo Velez has a literal gold-plated espresso machine?" Vince asked, leaning in as if I were a double agent returning from a deep-cover mission.

Something to clear my head. Somehow, that walk led me here. And somehow, my eyes found him. Alistair Morano, number 7, black jersey clinging to his frame, hair slicked back with sweat. He looked like sin dipped in sunlight, sharp jaw set in frustration as he screams something I couldn't even hear through the loud boos to his teammates. I watch as a guy from the Veritas team strikes the ball toward Aurum goalpost, the ball slipping past the keeper and into the net.

his eye sand eyes at that moment were blood frozen cold, and it sent shiver right down my spine, as I couldn't help but swallow up my breath. But I know this game, the bitter ex who still can't get over the dude that hurt him, and now he wants to rain all hell on him, it's a sad and bitter game, but I intend to play this game well, with both him and his twin brother, right until I get what I need.

Now that they had made it into the finals, it was entirely because I was carrying them single-handedly. Rowan, Rhea, and the rest never thought the team I led would be the one standing across from them in the finals. A sense of crisis crept over Rowan. He knew my ability as a jungler. With only a week left before the match, a batch of negative rumors about me suddenly exploded online. A heavily edited video was widely reposted by marketing accounts across all platforms, titled: Nina Vale’s Ultimate Simp.

"Am I dreaming? I was talking to him face-to-face, right? How can I be glitching?" Bell rolls her eyes at him. "You should should know not to listen to my idiot brother by now." I shrug at Max when looks at me next. "For once, your bossy girlfriend's got a point." Bell huffs and shoots me a glare filled with attitude. I'm really on her case today. "Toy, Simo tell you four times, Simo don't know what bland ice cream is!" Simo, frustrated, yells at Troy in his usual, squeaky voice. "What color?"

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So much for a coordinated attack. Kids screaming not knowing what to do. I run in and take out my gun and shoot a wolf in the head that has john pinned. John looks over and nods in thanks and pushes the wolf off him. I shoot a few more wolves I don't recognise and every one of them drop. Wolfsbane laced bullets. A werewolves kryptonite. As I'm going around shooting when I need, I turn around just in time to see my mother's head being torn from her body.