Bias Mga Nobela at Kwento

𝙰𝚌𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛 7 years old. The brown-haired boy stood there looking at the woman helping her kids choose the toys they wanted. Ace didn't get help from her, he's shy, anxious that she's going to return the ten dollars teddy bear that he brought. His soft small hand clenched the ear of the brown teddy bear, he pouted and with a shaking body, he approached his mother.

“Hey Bianca! Quick question about the cheer squad tryouts. I heard you’re in charge...” Bianca turned, looking annoyed but distracted, and Maya kept talking fast, pulling her away a little. Good. That gave me space. I stayed back, watching the practice. Zane was out there, number seventeen, moving fast and strong. Every time he glanced toward the side, his eyes seemed to land on me. Not cold or pissed like before. This time he looked... curious? Like he was really trying to see me. My heart skipped. God, he looked so hot sweating on the ice, muscles flexing under his jersey. My mind went dirty fast—imagining those strong hands pinning me down, that thick cock stretching me open while he grow

"Help me? You hate me, Damian. You think I’m just a cheap girl sleeping with your father." "I think you're a fool," Damian corrected, his voice flat and serious. "But I also know what my father does to the things he owns. He locks them up until they break. And right now, someone is using you to break him, too. I don't want to see Voss Industries fall apart because of his dark secrets."

Hi my name is Jeffery. Up until last week I thought I was a real man. I'm Your average tough guy. I Stand 6'3 and weigh about 230. I Bench press 300pds. And have a weight lifters body. I was visiting my sister in San Fran last week and she had to work the night shift so i decided to take in the night life. I found a club on a back street and stepped in for a few beers. After my 4th beer something happened that changed my life forever.

- Liam, I still think you should lie down. - If I keep lying down, I'll freak out. - I lift the weight. - But you can end up getting worse. - I'm almost good, relax. Bia looked at me with her mouth slightly open. Laugh with it. - Be careful not to drool. - Uh... What? …Um you should put on a shirt – she stammered. I put the weight on the floor and approached her. - And you shouldn't look at me so much. - I bit my lips.

As expected, there was something wrong with this prize. "You ... Why are you doing this?" Betty bit her lips, slightly angry. "Because you are someone I like, I can't be impartial." Bryson was still speaking the truth. He was biased because he liked her. Betty's heart slightly tightened. This man had always been direct enough.

Christine nervously corrected. Kimberly didn’t know what to think about her reply. She didn’t sound convincing, it was like she was hiding something. “Oh… I'm really sorry about that.” “You don’t have to be dear, it’s now in the past” Christine wiped her tears. She wished Roy could see it that way. #

Clearly, everything that happened to her has made her bitter. Not saying her behavior is justified, but everyone has their own way of expressing their grief. Some stay quiet. Some cry and some let it out in the form of anger. Stopping my brain of thought, I returned my attention to filling the plates before muttering a shaky yes 'N-No'. It sounded too absurd to my own ears. "Are you sure?" He inquired.

I immediately saved her number. Me: yeah sure. unknown: 9th XXX drive. I looked at the weather app on my phone to check if it was too cold to go, we were smack dab in the middle of October and if it was too cold then sorry. It was 56 degrees outside, I guess it wasn't too cold. Me: kk.

𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒙𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑴𝑬 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒕… 𝑴𝑬: 𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔, 𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈—� �𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆. 𝑺𝒐 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓… 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑰 𝒆𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒃𝒚 🫢 I smirk the second I hit send, that slow, satisfied kind that creeps in when you know you’ve just said something you probably shouldn’t have but you meant every word of it.