Atg Novels & Stories

I am in heaven when my phone chimes. It's a text from Mo. Mo : *Do not G****e Nate. I'm begging you, don't do it until I'm at your apartment tonight* Well, guess what? Like any other kids with super high curiosity, I do what exactly I am told not to. What the .... ****

I bit my lip when he got up from the couch to take off his clothes desperately, and I took advantage of ogling it at every garment he took off, knowing what would come when he was completely naked. “What the hell...?” My eyes widened at the sight of a tattoo on his chest. It wasn't just any tattoo, of course. On his left chest there was an A written in cursive letter and inside the letter I could see a landscape. "I wanted to take your memory with me, Abbie,” he explained, kneeling naked between my legs, "I always wanted to remember the first moment we met." “Is it the island?” I asked looking at it closely; I liked how incredible the blue sky, palm trees and sand looked. It was as if the A

He held out a slick white business card. She glanced at the card. Aegis Group was printed on it in a neat type, no nonsense, no logo. Thick cardstock, with that fancy grain that spoke of understated money. These weren't bargain business cards some scam artists got off the Internet. It was the nice stuff only those who dealt with rich people used.

She wouldn't be herself there. The atmosphere with cold air began to freeze around. Autumn makes some people lazy to go outside the house. However, not for Fiona. She was hungry and in the refrigerator, there was no food or junk food left over from yesterday. So, today she decided to go out by herself and buy some food stocks in a convenience store not far from the apartment. "Damn it!" The woman murmured.

There was a sleek, minimalist golden plaque near the tinted glass double doors that read: L'Atelier. The man in the suit who had accompanied me from the house motioned for me to walk in. He had a completely stoic expression, his long blonde hair touching the nape of his neck. With his sharp jaw and broad shoulders, he looked exactly like a high-ranking gangster wearing a suit. He stepped in right behind me, his shadow looming large. Inside was pure heaven. The floors were polished white quartz, reflecting the soft, warm glow of crystal chandeliers overhead. Sleek velvet couches were arranged in the center, and the perimeter was lined with minimalist gold racks holding clothes that looked lik

She shopped angrily, dropping both necessary and unnecessary stuff into the cart. "What dog food would be appropriate?" She asked an attendant and he was nice enough to pick out the best alongside some milk. She stood at the check out section. "Aren't these supplies a bit...over the top ma'am?" The representative chose the wrong day to pokenose as she bagged the stuff. "Okay then, we're doing this." She let out a sickly sweet smile before she spoke. "Ma'am am I swiping your card?" "No..." "So why have you taken it upon yourself to intrude in my business?"

What is this power? *** "Favorite food?" Chloe asked crystal. "Chick-Fil-A" crystal didn't hesitate to answer "Om freaking jeez" she exclaimed gaining an eye roll from me. "My turn" Crystal says after looking at me with 'the' look "Oh no" I thought "Ooohh yes, girl" Chloe responded making me realise I had said that out loud. "So we've been wondering ... " Crystal trailed off in a failed attempt to create suspense but I knew exactly what was coming.

So the young nice waitress tried to escape Hana’s hug. On the street, Sugai aggressively kicked his leg against the tree and then immediately jumped up and down, hugging his leg, his mouth constantly rubbing "It hurts", physiological tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. He wished he had super powers, released all his ranger stored in his body. There was a lot of work that he had to finish but those two people were constantly causing trouble.

☁️ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒔𝒉𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒔. -𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 � ��𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔 ☁️ _Toby Adewale james-thompson •••

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.