Biased Novels & Stories

Meredith says and now I feel cheated by my own sister. "I'm disappointed, Meredith." I say playfully. "Aw, don't act like you haven't seen that coming. I am supporting you both of course!" Meredith smiles at me. "She's right. You can't support just one of you if you are a couple. That's like supporting Batman but not Robbin." Kerem says and both of the girls agree with him. "Mind your own business, you freaking dork." I say and regret it because the girls now look mad at me like I'm the devil in this room.

- 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.

A soft woof caught my attention. I glanced hesitantly at the large, shaggy grey wolf beside me; my hands trembled beneath the towel. Darrien looked up at me from his four-legged form, his eyes seemed to plead my trust. I allowed him to lead me over to his mattress. His snout nudged my knees, instructing me to sit. Hesitantly I complied, perching on the edge of the worn mattress. Darrien climbed up beside me and curled up. His head rested on his front paws as he watched me. I felt the tension in my muscles, ready to bolt if he became aggressive or territorial. Darrien snorted at me indignantly, I knew he could smell my fear.

Jasmine threatened and turned off the phone. Brave looked at the dark phone screen and wanted to scream loudly: "Okay, I quit, I won't do it anymore." Unfortunately, that was just his heart of words. In fact, his expression was as gloomy as a family, thinking to himself: "Life is so boring.” He did not know that his misfortune had just begun. His wife - Bright in a pink apron, with a cute bear print on her chest, holding the long big chopsticks, angry bullet-shaped eyes looking at him questioningly.

He would be mad but I could take it. "Good," Agent Chambers let out an exasperated sigh while scrubbing a hand over his smooth, bald head, "I know it may seem like he's doing his part for the world but you need to keep in mind that two wrongs will never make a right." "Never say the word never, agent," I quipped, "the way I learned it was two negatives make a positive. I guess it's all about perspective, and yours isn't as broad-minded as mine."

He stated staring at the ceiling. "What do you mean?" Drake asked, crossing his arms. "He is terrified of us, but at the same time comfortable. One time he will act all brave and courageous and the next moment, cowers like a coward. Does that make sense? I don't know if it's the frustration or sadness, he cries a lot too." "Is he bipolar?" Drake wondered to which Kaiden snorted. "If so, he is perfect match for you." He said to Hunter earning an eye roll from him and a smack from Drake.

But I don't care. "If you only paid attention with what Maze had said and didn't looked at him as if he's the presentation that you should learn, you may have been able to easily determine Patient P's condition." I said that while looking at Pear and I can see that she felt embarrassed because of what I said and I can't help but to smirk. "Paranoid Schizophrenia often make a person suspicious about the people around him. Though, other subtypes also includes the symptoms of the client having trust issues, Paranoid Schizophrenia is pretty different. They often become violent when someone tries to give them food. They hear voices inside their heads telling them that the food was poisoned and th

However, he still regarded me with disdain, as if I were a discarded piece of trash on the sidewalk. Trying my best not to let his judgment affect me, I left the store and continued walking. After some time, I stumbled upon a shop with elegant gowns and dresses showcased in the window. One particular dress caught my eye immediately. It was a stunning African-print gown with a captivating low V-cut. The flared bottom flowed beautifully, and the shoes displayed alongside it matched perfectly. I was enticed to buy it, but the thought of not having anywhere to wear it dampened my enthusiasm.

she says patiently. I try again taking Kinsley’s advice. It is a little easier but still painful. I felt like my arm could ricochet out of its socket. I did this for five minutes before we changed sides. This felt a little more comfortable, Kinsley recognizing that my left side was my dominant side. As we finished that, she worked on kicks for me with the bag. Again, it took me a bit to get the hang of it.

he crossed his arms while standing beside me observing the brunette. She was pretty but her dress code screamed prostitute. Her skirt was too short for comfort and her shirt revealed too much skin and to top it all off, she was a pretty little slip of a thing. "No." She said. "THAT THING-" she gestures to me "-doesn't deserve to be here."