Be More Chill Plot Novels & Stories

someone shouted. "Mom, give me your phone." The moment Mom handed me her phone, Maverick kicked it out of my hand. It hit the ground, the screen shattering instantly. "Chloe, I just realized your whole family is good at putting on a show," he said. "Eli's always been healthy. There's nothing wrong with him." With a smirk, he added, "You're planning to use the ambulance as an escape route, aren't you?" Bianca acted like she had figured it out. "Oh, I see! She's got so many tricks up her sleeve. When stealing the apartment and stealing my boyfriend didn't work, she decided to run away.

I want us back ***************** Narrators POV ***************** "The kids seemed to be having lots of fun." Anthony sipped his cocktail enjoying the scene before him. Emma and Ava were splashing water around inside in the pool giggling and swimming around the pool. Emma was not a good swimmer like Ava so she had to wear an inflatable swimming tube. It was a sight that greatly appeased his soul, and when he turned to look at his wife he saw the smile at the corner of her mouth. She was also enjoying the view before her.

she purred. “Tell me everything you know about Blue Crescent.” Cherry sighed and pressed a button to the side. “I’m parched. Are you thirsty?” “Cherry,” Voss snapped this time, his Beta losing his temper. Rowan raised his hand to silence him. It was the same as any board room, meeting, and Alpha discussion. He would wait while she ordered herself a drink. Voss closed the briefcase when another stripper entered the room, noting Cherry’s drink order and asking them if they needed anything else. Rowan ordered a whiskey, Voss, a rum, and pineapple.

Chance used a hand to stretch behind him and cup Kristoff's neck, forcing him to lean his chin on his shoulder. "You are still that naïve child. But I'm here for you." Kristoff kissed his shoulder. "I have no doubt in my mind that you do. Now, can we watch a movie? All this talk about Messy Malcom is exhausting." Chance laughed, "sure." "A Quiet Place 2?" "Whatever you want, let me get the popcorn and soda." For three hours, Chance and Kristoff sat on the coach, watching movies and making out. Then Kristoff's phone alarm went off.

I muttered to myself. He opened the door and as he stepped into the room, the temperature within those four walls were suddenly at an all-time high. I’m pretty sure that the room wasn’t really hot; I was the one who was hot and more than anything, I wanted him to rip off my dress and fuck the shit out of me right there on that table. To my surprise, that’s exactly what he did. “It’s good to see you again, Cherry,” Malcolm said as he strode over to my seat.

“She’s lying low, but she’s not hiding.” “She wants us to come to her,” Joseph muttered. “She wants a rematch,” Jillian corrected. “And she won’t stop until one of us is dead.” The air in the room shifted. I felt it. That chill. The cold truth. This wasn’t over. And it wouldn’t be until someone bled for it. After the meeting, Jillian didn’t go back to his office. He took my hand and led me outside into the garden, a place I hadn’t been since arriving. The air smelled like roses and citrus, a strange contrast to the tension clawing at my chest.

She decided to take a break from the intense emotions and go downstairs to get some food. Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Elma quickly showered and changed into a more comfortable outfit. As she descended the staircase, she could hear the faint murmur of voices coming from the dining room. The mansion felt unusually quiet, the tension between her and Kim seemingly permeating every corner. After what felt like an eternity, Elma's email notification pinged, signaling a response from Chloe. She eagerly opened it, her heart racing with anticipation. Chloe's message was warm and reassuring, encouraging Elma not to lose hope and to stand strong in the face of adversity.

Bitch she actually choked on her drink. “I really had so much fun today, although that move wasn’t that much fun to see.. I wanted to see some nasty gay shit” The girls discussed. “You still want anything from the store” I asked, as I watch Betty rub her sleepy eyes before shaking her head. “Okay, girls we’re gonna meet next to plan on our little holiday.” Vee spoke with her cheerleader captain time. And the rest of us agreed, everyone look so exhausted from the movie and shopping, so I don’t think anyone wants to argue that right now.

Dragging a chair from the small waiting area, I sat at her desk, going through some mails on my phone while she worked. "What's up with you lately?" I asked, trying to start up conversation. "You're going to distract me," she mumbled in reply, her eyes locked on the open files on her desk. "I know for a fact that something has been distracting you all week." She dropped the file in her hand and let out an exasperated sigh. "It's not work-related, so you don't have to worry about it." I shrugged. "Tell you what? I know it hasn't been easy working with me. You've had more overtime in less than a month than some people have had in their years working here. So, why don't I take you out to dinner

Sam: “I need a drink already. I can’t do this.” Tam: “I didn’t even open the damn portal. Don’t need that negativity in my life.” Cheryl laughed, loud and low, pressing the popsicle stick between her lips and dragging her tongue along it slowly. The sweet chill slid along her tongue and down her throat, but the sticky juice running down her fingers and onto her bare thigh made her shiver hotter than anything cold could. Her hand twitched again, brushing along her slick skin, tracing the curve of her inner thigh, pressing lightly against her dripping slit. Her hips moved on their own, arching up slightly, letting her fingers drag across the wetness.