Bare Bones Synonym Novels & Stories

‘Could it be that she has cultivated a certain body refinement art? In the legacy of his ancestors, he had seen many explanations about body refinement experts. Refining muscles and bones were the foundations. Some people managed to refine their bones into steel; some people managed to turn their bones into jades; some even carved runes on their bones to refine them into mystical tools. ‘Jade Benmore is awesome!’ “Hey, why are you hugging my sister’s leg? Could it be that you want to do something with this leg, just as Pedro said?” Nora extended her fingers and flicked Alex hard.

Yet, no matter how furious he became, the relentless force continued to strike at his skeletal frame. Clang! Clang! Clang! The sound of impacts echoed continuously, and the elder’s bones shimmered with a faint, silvery light. Adrian observed, slightly surprised. “I didn’t expect your bones to be this ancient, with such a peculiar quality. Truly impressive.”

Undead had terrible naming sense. It seems that it wasn’t just their lives that had been lost when they died. Just like Muscles was a direct expression of his name, Slender was also an exact definition of his name. His prominent clavicular and rib bones as well as his overtly expressed zygomatic bone and temporalis muscle were enough to show that he was wasted. While he was tall, he was as slim as a broom and would have been mistaken for a terminally ill man if he wasn’t already dead. Standing with Muscles, they drew such a stark contrast between themselves that it was almost comical; however, the Undead with them didn’t think so.

"Natalie, are you sleeping again? Get up, lazybones!" What the hell is Selah doing outside my bedroom? How embarrassing... "No, Selah... I'm awake," I say. Hi, I'm Natalie... The world's most boring fifteen-year-old. While other fifteen-year-olds know who they are. I'm over here, playing it safe. Well, most of the time. I'm the most boring in my social group. I can't play sports very well. I was blessed with my mother's two left feet. When I get nervous or scared, I chew gum. I've been chewing gum a lot lately. My dentist hates me for it.

she shrugged, tilting her head as Skully woke that skeleton and dragged it down from the cabinet. “That’s right. Except for existing, Boredbones never does anything,” Skully said. “Not as jolly as the others. Maybe because of a few minor cracks and fractures he has. But he is the obedient one. Boredbones, go with your new master and behave.” Boredbones, just as leisurely and unfazed, walked beside Xanthea, took the fit-it-all purse from her hand and, with a yawn, dived right into the purse, zipping the purse from inside.

The price tag on three years of my youth and a body covered in scars. I looked at the bank card on the ground, lifted my foot, and brought it down hard. The sole of my shoe ground across the card with a sharp crack. "Julian Ashford, do you think everyone sees money the way you do -- as something that can buy anything?" Julian's expression darkened. He let out a cold laugh.

"What if I'm so scrawny that people think my bones are made out of matchstick?" "Larissa, there's no literal sense to someone having buttocks the size of a house. And why would anyone think a person's bones are made out of sticks?" "Because I'm scrawny, silly!" I thought back to the thin guy I saw on social media. He was so thin I thought he'd break from bending down to pick up his pen. That should be a cause of concern. "And who said I was saying this from a literal sense?" He gave me a flat, knowing look. I grinned and nodded with pride. "Think about it! It'd be epic! Men will line up to marry me!"