Arthur Shrek 3 소설 & 이야기

“He's adorable.” "He gets drunk so easily." Another man reached over and ruffled my hair as if I was a pet kept for their amusement. "We're not trying to kill you, kid." "I'll throw up," I whispered, at this point, I was barely able to keep my eyes open. "Please..." "Oh, let him breathe," the oldest man finally said, swirling the whiskey in his own glass. "If we keep forcing him, he won't be any fun next time." The others chuckled.

“The nerve of some people!” “Oh my god, Samantha!” Emily’s other friend, Rebecca responded in exaggerated shock as she lifted her deeply tanned hand to cover her berry-stained lips. “Is that Ari McKenna?! Girl, we haven't seen you in what…” she paused, pretending to think as if she hadn’t just been gossiping about me a moment before, “3 years?” “She’s here to be Dr. Winchester’s assistant,” Emily mocked, her blue eyes flashing as she tilted her head elegantly and laughed sweetly. “We should let her pass, really, I’m sure she has a spill to mop up or a toilet to clean.”

On our wedding night, my wife, who almost never drank, got wasted because she was supposedly too happy. Just when I didn't know what to do, my best friend sent me a long message explaining how to take care of her. I blushed, but I still followed his instructions and soothed her the way he described. Natalie, who had been making a scene, miraculously quieted down. But just as I was about to call my friend and thank him, Natalie suddenly hugged me from behind. Heartbroken, she whispered, "Ashton Hawke, you're the one I wanted to marry." As she said it, the tattoo near her heart slipped into view: a hawk with its wings spread wide. My mind went blank. Ashton Hawke was my best friend of

The problem wasn’t over yet, but at least he’s gone for now. I turned slowly to face him again. His gray eyes, sharp and cold, were fixed on me. For a split second, I felt exposed, like he could see straight through me and through my thoughts. “I… thank you,” I said quickly, bowing and forcing a smile. “And… I’m sorry for the trouble.” “That’s the third time,” he murmured, almost under his breath, before turning and walking away. I stood frozen in time for a moment, watching his facade fade down the hallway. The words echoed in my mind. The third time? My pulse skipped. Does he actually remember me? My chest tightened as I realized what just happened. Or am I just possibly overthinking thing

"AH, I made a terrible mistake. I mistook someone else for you. Please give me a chance to make things right." "I'm willing to offer you 20% of the profits to show my sincerity." I ignored his messages and signed a contract with Oliver instead. Oliver's company had recently been competing with Connor's, so their business development directions were very similar. I authorized Oliver's company for my themed artwork and attended their launch event. I knew Connor would be monitoring the event. Sure enough, as soon as the event ended, my phone vibrated frantically—they were all messages and calls from Connor. "Averie, why didn't you tell me you were AH? I've misunderstood you for so long."

he muttered, attempting to reach for the beer bottle on the coffee table. I swatted his hand away playfully. "Nope, Mr. Grumpy-gills. You need some water in that system before another beer." He feigned offense, raising an eyebrow. "Ouch, babe. You wound me." His grin, however, betrayed him. "Oh, I know," I teased, leaning in for a quick peck. "So, spill the magic potion. How's the big boss feeling now?" Arthur shrugged, his gaze flickering away for a moment. "Still a bit… raw, I guess. Won't lie, seeing Vladimir again wasn't exactly a walk in the park."

Staring at her drooling face, Arthit sighed deeply and weakly shook his head. After taking a cold shower, Arthit was in a really good mood. She didn't answer him and fell asleep but he enjoyed the feeling of being close to his 'Silly Girl' but before it was over, Darika suddenly pushed her head under his ear and then licked it with her tongue. Arthit : (༎ຶ ෴ ༎ຶ) Arthit felt like he got an electric shock that flowed in his beastly system and didn't respond for a long time. He controlled it.

Travis loudly cleared his throat as soon as he stopped just a second away, behind Arthur who jumped off the bench with a piercing squeal. "Are you for…real!?" Arthur exclaimed, his eyes terrifyingly bulging out. Travis laughed so hard at the taste of the sweet revenge. "Ah…now you know what it feels like!" He blurted, still laughing. Arthur shook his head and shifted his eyes to his phone, only to find that he had mistakenly disconnected the call. He hissed and watched Travis who shamelessly sat down where he had been sitting.

I pull out slow, stand, fix my sweatpants. She opens her eyes. Pure black. Then they fade back to blue. She smiles with Samantha’s mouth. Three bodies now. And the house is still asleep. Perfect.

He whispered. But I knew, because I could feel him tightening as our body was joined. He took a deep breath as if controlling himself. He let go of my back and stepped back, and I missed the warmth. Arthur looked down at his pants. “Oh fuck!” He groaned and turned to the tree, adjusting himself. I couldn't help but smile. “Now, princess.” He turned back to me, his face serious. “I’ve told you. Don't hide anything from me from now on. Because I will find out, just like today.” He closed in on me again, and this time, he held my neck.