Anti Novels & Stories

[I hate you] END.

I'm almost banging my head on the table from the sleep they're giving me. I'm longing to go home. I'm curious to see Angel. Dominic texted me to let me know that Angel was gay and that if I dared do anything to hurt Angel, he would kill me. I just want to laugh. Frankly, I've grown up. I'm not the stupid pup I used to be, but I don't know if Angel holds any grudges against me. For me, it's water under the bridge. Angel being gay makes me want to laugh. It must be an effect of a European education. I have nothing against it, the pack has several gay members, but for my brother to feel the need to warn me, he must be a crazy faggot. I'm still going to laugh a lot about this because I refuse to

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

I said in a calm voice. "Hell no" he snarled back

Before I knew it, the timer had gone off, and Aunt Carla was demanding that everyone put their pens down. My dad and Uncle Avan were tied with twenty-three items. How they even thought of so many to begin with was beyond me. Aunt Carla made them read them aloud to make sure that each item was indeed for babies. My dad went first, and then Uncle Avan. When he got to the suppository, Dad told him that they weren’t used for just babies. Therefore, he’d lost. Uncle Avan argued that if that was the case, then diapers weren’t used for just babies either. I think he realized too late that he’d stuck his foot in his mouth because he ended up losing anyway. Aunt Carla made them both take diapers off

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

He was looking forward to meeting Janette and Jordan Findley. This morning, however, he was eager to share the information he and Vicky had pried from the Vampire in the alley with the rest of their teammates. Vicky was one of only two women on their team. The other, Berta, was a large German Guardian who was known for her ability to pick Vampires up and slam them into hard surfaces—such as buildings or streets—crushing their bone structure and leaving piles of ash in her wake. Spying her squeezed into a chair at the end of the table, Aaron was glad to be sitting far away from her, next to the dainty-in-comparison Vicky, who likely wouldn’t accidentally crush his hand should she get excited

Mark said and Adan nodded before looking at Maze once again and gave the latter a flirty smile. I know for a fact that I'm already glaring at them and I can't even help but to twitch my lips as I am too disgusted with what I'm seeing right now. I saw Maze heaving a deep sigh before looking at his band mates and they all nodded at him as if they're having an eye to eye conversation in front of Adan. And judging from their reactions, it seems like it's in favor of what I want to happen and not with Adan. Maze was about to open his mouth when Adan stopped him. He had probably sensed the upcoming rejection.

Make the right decision. All I can hear is a low, angry growl and I realise it is coming from me and Atari.

Annabelle told him pointing at the corner. Luke rolled his eyes obviously tired of moving the speaker back and forth." Make up your mind, would you? " " This living room looks too brownish and simple. Can I please add a few things? Jane remind me again why didn't we buy the pink pillows? " Annabelle said ignoring Luke's comment. " One, I hate pink, and two I love the grey ones more " I explained smiling proud of our work. " Can we stop now? I'm exhausted" Ailee whined throwing herself on the floor.