Bippity Boppity You Novels & Stories

“Can you play something for us?” “What song?” “Crazy Little Thing Called Love.” A few seconds later Michael Bublé’s voice filled the diner. Abigail whisper-yelled as I pulled her to her feet. “What are you doing?” “Dancing, wife.” “I can see that,” she hissed. “But—” I interrupted, voice low and teasing. “You started this. You’re finishing it.” She dug her heels in slightly as I guided her toward the small open space near the jukebox.

“I believe you.” BANG!

" I love you..." Bam!

I smiled, letting a wave of happiness hit me and begin to sing, "Come on baby we ain't gonna live forever!" Brie raised her eyebrows at me and I just smiled back as she sang the next line, "Let me show you all the things that we could do!" She turned her gaze back to Taylor's and he smiled as she touched the tip of her finger to his nose. I smiled, they look so happy. How had I never noticed it?

I ask, truly frustrated! “We were, Master and Pet!”

My babies will bite you and eat you alive. Abigail dimly noted that the purring whispers now seemed to be coming from outside her head. She felt a caress on her thigh, hot breath on her neck. She turned her head and was face to face with Lilith. Abigail recoiled, as though electrified; her mind instantly clear, the whispering spell shattered by Lilith's malignant grin. She sprang to her feet, staggering like a drunkard, her head reeling at the bizarre insanity of her position. Lilith's silvery tones rose to strident screams of fury:

Turn the damn thing off! Tick, tock, tick, tock.. Turn it off!!! Tick, tock, tick, tock.. Please!!! Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock, tick, tock.... Please!!!!! Tick, tock, tick, tock, tock, tock, tick, tock... Please..... Tick, tock, tick, tock, tick... Please....

BANG! “Nooooo!”

Bitch. "One more thing, make sure to act normal in front of my parents. They could sense it right away when something dubious is going on." "Sure. Anything you need, babe." Chloe did her best to conceal annoyance by plastering a smile. An inorganic one. "So it's babe from now on? Smooth." He was so calm but his eyes glinted in irrepressible mischief. "Why? Don't you like it?" She shot back with a challenging, questioning stare. But Ira knew how to play his cards well. He hastily plastered his legendary charming smile, never breaking eye contact with her. His hot, risqué gaze lingered for quite long and the weight of his stare was seeping through her veins.