Bad Nerd 소설 & 이야기

The rusted antenna stretched crookedly toward the sky. Sienna frowned. “Why here?” “Because it’s analog,” he said simply. “No digital grid, no tracking. We can piggyback the frequency off the old broadcast line.” She gave a short, incredulous laugh. “You know how to do that?” He looked over his shoulder at her with the faintest smirk. “You forget I wasn’t always a biker.” She raised a brow. “What were you then?” His eyes softened for a fraction of a second. “A soldier. Before I learned that loyalty and orders don’t always mix.”

His thin body made him look like he was carrying a baseball bat. As if he doesn’t know they’re letting the nerd’s play just to make fun of them. Because if he plays, the piñata will be broken in less than ten seconds. He hissed. The nerd hit his knee instead of the piñata above him. “Gosh, it seems like you didn’t want to hit the piñata when we were kids. You’re still very good at hitting. Oh right your pounding something else now.” He glared at him.

His confident expression suddenly changed to that of a nervous school boy, "I'm so sorry, so...so...sorry, I didn't mean to slap your hands away or seem disrespectful, I just get really irritable after waking up. I'm so sorry. Thank you for saving my life, ma'am you are really brave and nice and kind and you have the most beautiful hair ever!" She blinked, becoming even more bewildered. "Please do not get angry at me. I promise you I am a very good boy. My name is Alistair, Alistair Sylvester King, I am 14 years old, to turn 15 the first month of the coming year. I love swords and kill...and kongfu, I meant kongfu, I've gotten a black belt already! I also love racing and horse back riding."

He groaned, dipping his hand in the shorts and tried to adjust his hard painful cock which was threatening to tear the poor shorts. He could hear his brother in his head telling him to stop being a nerd and go take what it is that he wants. And for the second time in his life, he listened to his brother's lewd proposal, even if it was just in his head, and marched towards Alicia's bedroom. The first time was when he agreed to attend a party with hookers. His birthday party to be exact.

My name is Fabiana Smith, I am 17 years old, in a few days I turn 18. I live with my mother and I have two best friends who are crazier than a goat. I had no feelings towards someone, until a fool, handsome, bipolar, crossed my path. At this moment I feel that he will give me a heart attack. If I die, please tell mom that yesterday I stole money from her pig, I made a small hole in the bottom and then I glued it with glue. Okay, I'm being pathetic. You only stole 1 dollar, Fabiana, and it was to buy mint. Ops, I like to look interesting. But you are not. I shake my head and look at Antonio, did I listen well? Did he say he would leave Estefanía? Maybe I imagined it. 一 Q-What did you say? 一 I

Jacqueline I've had it with this shit. No more doormat, no more Ms. Goody Two Shoes. I picked up my phone from the mattress beside me. Only one person I know who will understand how I'm feeling without judging me. Without bringing up my past like a mallet to beat me over the head. One little slip in judgment when I was eighteen years old and I have to live like a nun forever. Well fuck that the habit's coming off. I'm lonely, horny and pissed the fuck off. No almost twenty two year old is supposed to feel like this.

(NFTMB) Chapter 91 Alessandro (Green Eyed Monster) Horror. Absolute shock. What is happening to me? Why does everyone get away with deceiving me? I feel useless and as dumb as a bitch. Can I ever get anything right? Why do I always get used by people? I'm a dumb mafia boss. A very dumb mafia boss. Possibly the worst mafia boss in history. With each wave of hatred and self torture, I downed yet another glass of whisky down with great force.

Then she looked over, finally letting herself laugh “You’re crazy—a whole loose nut.” Junior grinned at her remark. “You aren't completely innocent—kinda badass.” "No" Nevena argued “I think I’m stupid Instead.” "No I think ..Badass" Junior countered. They continued their argument, until they reached the hospital's pedestrian pavement. ☆☆☆ Maverick 𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖕𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖑 {𝖋𝖔𝖚𝖗𝖙𝖍 𝖋𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖗}12:30 AM☆☆☆

Let me treat the nth of you to a good time. "Bastard!"

"Being abroad sounds glamorous, but it's rough out there, right? Whatever gigs you picked up there might not fly here. Some are straight-up illegal. Buddy, need intros? My uncle's firm needs a guard. Low bar, just basic skills. The pay's not high, but it's legit. Better than your old..." Liam trailed off suggestively, implying unsavory escapades.