Bad Situation Naruto Novels & Stories

Drago answers. “WHAT!??” “We shouldn’t have drank from that stream. Either that or we ate that bird too late last night.” Oh great! First I’m in prison, then we get injured, almost starve to death and now we have a fucking parasite! This is the worst fucking day of my life! “It could be worse.” “How?” “Well we could be burning to death or drowning or eaten alive or…” “Yeah yeah I get it! Fuck you, Drago!” “Not my fault you’re a pathetic bitch of a man!”

Kate advised Yssy to just go for it and make the first move. But of course Nathan isn’t perfect. When the effect of his medication wears off, his family troubles haunt him and he turns into this dark, whiny person full of self-doubts, like Howl in the Ghibli anime dissolving into a puddle of depression. And then there are his outbursts like what happened this morning in ROTC.

Nate went to his hut with a throbbing headache. The flawless fantasy he had created of his life was shattered and he couldn’t even blame anyone. He knew Bree was right, at least to a certain extent. As hard as he tried, he couldn’t picture his nature inclined and painstakingly peaceful lover in the setting he would be placed after the ascension.

I started to get dizzy from the overabundance of blood. Nathan spun me around, bringing me back to his eyes. He had placed his regular void over them again. “You need to get out of here.” I pulled the shirt on as fast as I could. I barely had my arm in the last hole when Nathan latched onto my hand and started dragging me away from the fight. I looked back, watching all my new friends fight for someone who won't even stick around for longer than the month. Instant guilt paraded my mind and I felt my shoulders slump a little against Nathan's pulling.

I hit my leg on something which I can assume to be glass because of it's shattering sounds, my head continues spinning occasionally as my vision became more blurry than ever. I felt my soul been taken forcefully from my body, the pains electrocuted my brain straight up … I try keeping up with it but its was useless as I felt myself going down. I wished to stay strong but the pains is unbearable. ****************** Nabita POV I smiled in satisfaction as I watched Utah's collapsed on the floor not just the bare floor but on the shattered glass. Dislikeness is an understatement to how I feel towards her like I fucking hate her with passion.

It’s weird, it’s like she took the darkness with her. Emerson and Brjent stare openly at me, Farkas seems just as blown away as I am by the strangeness of it all. “Who was that?” He asks no one in particular. “That was Nanako Jimmu, youngest daughter to the first emperor of Japan and a very deadly member from the Band of Blood. This changes the entire situation Santiago, this isn’t good, not at all.” Emerson says breathless.

I could see his lips moving but didn't hear a thing as my ears tune out. The voice in my head getting louder, me trying to keep my eyes open, my eyes getting blurred. I pull myself up, wiping off the blood coming out of my nose. It had been this way for weeks now, I'd get nosebleeds or vomit out blood out of nowhere. I watch as Antonio, Liam, everyone starts filing in one by one. Antonio looks at me, hurrying towards me, holding me in his arms. "It's all going to be okay" he assures me.

Serena felt dirty, it turned her stomach to think she was almost raped by a drunk man, wanting to tell Alex that she was fine, she found herself the moment she opened her mouth, throwing up every contents in her belly, she felt weak and almost wanted to fall when Alex quickly held her.

His face flushed with anger. “Well, I am the one here tied into the chair. And it’s, whatever I drunk is the one talking. I swear.” I shrugged. “You’re a bitch, you know, attention seeker, son of bitches like you all are.” What the hell? My brain wouldn’t slow down. “You think you’re all better than us because daddy dearest has deep pockets. Well, tell you what, you all are losers without money, no real friends, and I bet no one would even hire you if you work in the diner. You know nothing about hardships, no talents, and these guys you call friends are not your true friends. The truth is, you all are stabbing behind each other’s back. Am I right? You hate each other. That’s the—” Before I

my blood boils and there is a possibility that he sees this, but makes no comment on it. "What the fuck do you want?" I growl at him, and he laughs manically while holding most of his weight on the thin red wooden stick that he now has to waltz around with since he was in a terrible accident a couple of years back that resulted in many wounded in Mantian, and the leader himself was seriously injured because of the three bullet wounds I served him for lunch.