Bf X Sunday Novels & Stories

They probably die from heart attack. By the way. My name’s Rick Fox. I am an actor that’s why I am popular and I am also the owner of this bar. Sorry for being flirty but I was born this way (by: lady gaga). Wondering why I am the one in the counter and not my staff? Simply because it’s Sunday and I dislike working in this day except from attending my bar. My bar does have too many customers and 70 percent of them are girls. Yeah, what am I expecting?

Luna froze, her heartbeat quickening in her chest. For once, Bryan didn’t smirk or tease. His gaze was steady, unguarded, almost vulnerable. When he finally pulled his hand back, leaning against the bench again, the silence between them was no longer gentle—it was charged, heavy with something unspoken. Luna swallowed, trying to break the moment. “So this is what you do on Sundays? Feed your staff and read books in the garden?” His lips curved slightly. “No. This is what I do when you’re here.”

Dylan's footsteps are unusually heavy, even echoing inside the classroom. The circles under his eyes are bigger and darker than usual too. That's minus 10 handsome points but not that he cares about it now. Today is Monday, the first day of this week's Calvary for the students.

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And because of boredom, Simon immediately initiated a simple conversation, just for the sake of breaking the deafening silence. ''Hey...It's weekend tomorrow, right?'' Lee agreed. ’'Yeah. Why did you ask?'' ''Nothing... I was just making sure that I can still master the calendar. You know me... I always forget the date today.'' Just then, Hans hit his forehead with his soft palm. ''Oh damn it...” He cursed as he hissed. Lee wondered. ''What's the problem, Hans?'' ''I need to go to the bus station as soon as possible,'' Hans replied as a tiny bit of the sound of anxiety was flaked from his tone when he said those words, ''I have to go to my aunt and fetch her...''

He glanced at Sierra again, like he wanted to speak something, but realized it probably ended in fights. “… Speak already,” Sierra glared at him; she was also relaxed, with her arms crossed in front of her chest. Xion figured, while waiting the kid to wake up, it might be better if he just spoke with the woman. “So… you’re having the Sun’s blessing?” He started the conversation awkwardly. “Hm.” “There’s no records about that kind of blessing too,” Xion pondered; really, the woman beside him was just full with mysteries. “Yeah, I always good at leaving without trails,” Sierra answered.