Atg Novels & Stories

But I couldn't. I took out my phone and messaged my mother if I could spend a few days with them. Without waiting for her response, I turn off my phone and start to work, in order to get my mind off the letter. And what was written in the letter? 'Next time, use the green' _____________________________ -VOTE- -COMMENT- -STAY SEXY AND SAFE-

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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.

"I'm sorry sir, I just..." "Rita, please get steak okay? And be a little more careful, Jordan here is not in best mood" Andrew nicely advice her, she nodded and left. My friends gave me a look of disapproval but who cares? Maybe you cos I don't. Rita is one of the crazy staffs that needs to leave, I just need to find a replacement soon. I heard sound of cars coming from the compound and I knew those I've been waiting for were here. I also did not tell them anything and just texted them this;

He packed his Grey Volkswagen outside and I stand there watching him until he drives away. I'm locking the gate when I hear a deep familiar voice call me. "Heard you are my new neighbour." I look up, praying my head is playing bad tricks on me. But it's not. He's standing there, confidently, his muscular hands across his chest with a broad grin on his brown creamy face. Trent Aston. "I had to come and see it for myself!" ^^^^

Dadi returned to her room. "What? " Nithya asked unbelievably. "I like you Nithya" Teena grinned "Are you " Nithya is stammering.. "What? " "Are you perhaps a lesbian? " Nithya asked, not looking at her face. "Nooo" Teena screamed. "I am straight, okay. I like you as a friend. Don't misunderstand me. I want to befriend you. " She extended the juice again. Virat snatched the juice from her and asked with his face, what's the new drama.

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Marc listened through the crack in the door. He couldn't help himself. A part of him was jealous and, yes, a little mad that Trent was moving in on Thea so quickly, especially after his bullshit of "I need to watch her 'cause I'm family.'" But honestly, if anyone had a right to first claim on David's widow, then it was Trent. The guy would never say it aloud, but despite not having a hand in it, he'd blame himself for what happened. Marc expected he would have fought his attraction to Thea longer, though, but then again, who could have resisted her soft and aroused please? Hell, Marc had almost gone in there on his knees to beg a turn.

The scent of burning leaves and churned earth tainted the wind. Kael stood atop the eastern ridge, golden eyes fixed on the horizon where the forest gave way to the misty stretch of the Bloodfang Border. A place cursed by memory and magic — now disturbed by movements that were too deliberate to be wildlife. The night air crackled with tension, thick and waiting.

Regardless, I stood by the lakeside drinking my whiskey slowly as I stared occasionally at the ripples of the lake. “How interesting, the prodigal son is missing his own party.” Athena mumbled as she threaded to my side. She was dressed in a diamond laced long slit black gown with her glass of whiskey in hand too. “Oh please,” I took another gulp. “We could battle to the death here and no one would know.” She scorned. “You can drop the pretense Athena, I’ve had enough for the day.” I glanced at her briefly. “You think I’m not tired of this acting too? Our family is always watching us. Bugs we can’t get rid of.” She hissed before taking a sip.