Bad Sanses Novels & Stories

Mirana uttered gazing into her eyes. "Don't think what others are going to say and think, Ness because these same exact others had hurted and broken Inessa Elvira Suarez to her extend but I can guarantee you that nobody is ever going to be capable of breaking or hurting Inessa Sinister Rodriguez because this time, she is not alone anymore, " Inessa swallowed hardly hearing her each and every word. "Remember you used to say, it's better to be an insane than to opt for the fakeness of sanity so be an insane because you have never gotten anything except by being sane so be an insane for yourself, be an insane for your happiness, be an insane for him, "

He looked… scared for her. “Breathe,” he murmured. She hated that his voice was the single lifeline keeping her from unraveling. “I’m breathing,” she lied. Chase snorted. “Barely.” The overhead speaker crackled again—no warning, no buildup. Just that voice. Calm. Gentle. Wrong. “You’re almost here,” Dr. Hale said. “The descent is… less stable than I’d hoped. I apologize for the mechanical inconsistencies.” Inconsistencies? Sienna gripped the rail tighter. “Dad, what is this? How are you alive?”

He laughed. A short, fat man —who I believe was in his late 50s came from the first door that was next to the entrance. He was wearing a white sweatpants, an oversized white T-shirt, and red sneakers. He had a huge chain on his neck, diamond earrings, and a lot of rings on his fingers. He was bald and had a huge scar that covered most part of his left cheek. He had a round belly and beard that was mostly covered in grey. “This is Smash, your new boss.”

Sweet Bastard::: Clearing his throat, he gestured for Serena, " Let me walk you over to your office" Serena smiled at him, nodding her head as they both walked out. His office was next to hers, they both entered and Serena was awe at how beautiful and we'll organized it was. "Do you like it?" Mitch asked, seeing the look of surprise on her face. "Yes, this is beautiful" Serena replied, her hands slowly slid across the obviously expensive leather table, a computer was already connected next to some files on the table, the files and books on the shelf were neatly arranged and some flower vase positioned in the right places.

Mom said irritably. " Brian's father owes Big D, apparently Mr. Tremblay isn't just some wealthy businessman, he has men who do dirty work for Big D, in order words he trains boys to become assassins for Big D's use." My mom dropped her wine glass and sat up on the chair. " I'm gonna need you to sit down Mason." " Fine" Mason said sitting down. " Go on"

Cricket “So, what’s up, love?” Maisie asked. “Minus.” She pulled a stool out and sat beside me. “Hmm. Yes, I’ve heard all about the mysterious Mr. Minus.” I grimaced. “Ergo, you’ve heard Hatch’s version from the filter of way overprotective and nosy brother.” Maisie giggled. “Probably. Fortunately, I’m fluent in Hatchese and have gotten surprisingly good at figuring out what he’s really on about.”

Lyric’s text-to-speech app announced. Coach Seth grinned. “I don’t know. What do you want?” Immediately, Wren and Lyric exchanged a mischievous look before bursting into laughter. Wren stepped forward with a smirk. “I want the losing teams to admit that girls are better than boys.” A chorus of groans followed. “Or…” Wren drawled, her grin widening, “they can walk down the beach in bikinis.” “I choose the bikini option,” Andrew said without hesitation. “Alright,” Wren and Lyric said, shrugging in unison.

“It was out of my control.” Iris stared at me, her eyes narrowing. “That’s your excuse? Signal problems? You’ve been gone all day, Gavin. All day. You didn’t think to let me know where you were? What if something happened to you? I’ve been worried sick.” I sighed, running a hand through my hair. “I know. I’m sorry. It’s just, things got complicated at work.” She sighed, crossing her arms. “What do you mean?” I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling like a complete idiot. “I don't want to worry you. The place I went to... the signal was bad, and…”

The way she saw it, the slit was a bonus, showing off enough leg and skin to remind Austin what he'd missed over the past few days. "I'll take it," she said with a huge smile. But when they got to the counter and the sales clerk rang them up, she almost had heart failure when she saw the price. "Maybe we should look for something more affordable," she suggested. "Don't you dare!" Liliana threatened. "кум's black card is bottomless." "You mean limitless," Zuki corrected her, her eyes aglow with amusement. "Bottomless, limitless, what's the difference?" Scar chimed in, to Liliana's delight.

“You separate. Different zones. Different identifiers. No overlap for at least thirty days.” Her breath hitched. Thirty days might as well have been a lifetime. “And if we don’t?” she asked. Marcus didn’t sugarcoat it. “Then the system accelerates. And when it collapses, it won’t just expose you. It’ll expose everyone connected to you.” Her gaze drifted to Elliot, to Adrian, to Marcus. Then back to me. “So I’m the problem,” she said flatly. “No,” I snapped before anyone else could speak. “You’re the reason.”