Bite Mga Nobela at Kwento

Britney explained while making a sandwich. “I’m sorry about that. I was just a little tired after the long drive, you know… being new to this and all.” Kimberly apologized. “Oh, we thought you were probably exhausted after having fun last night, like… some of us here.” Britney teased with a wicked grin. “Gosh no!” she immediately countered, hiding the blush on her face with her hands. God! What are they thinking? Last night she was a little upset and tired so she went to bed, besides that, nothing happened.

I snapped at him and he shook his head before smiling at me knowingly. "C'mon, Gabriel. We both know that you're the type of guy who can be patient and understanding for it is required in the program that we're taking. But it's really obvious that you're easily annoyed and pissed when it comes to Maze." I avoided his gaze cause he's right. I'm usually patient when it comes to dealing with other people, well of course, my friends are the exceptions cause I can easily express what I feel when it comes to them, be it annoyance or some sort, I can easily vent it out on them. But never to the ones that I've just met. Maze was actually the first one to have pissed me off and made me snap at him am

It's from Monika. *How is your little peanut doing?* She texts. This little whore did not! ... (to be continued)

“Gеt bасk in thе с—” His іnѕtruсtіоnѕ аrе cut off when Blake throws another рunсh thаt makes соntасt wіth hіѕ jаw again. I see thе blood fly and it mаkеѕ me sick.

"I'm just glad to see you're well rested after this last week." I point to my mouth and Jessie chokes quietly, "We tried to remove it before I went to sleep. You almost went into respiratory arrest. Your seatbelt cracked one of your ribs and it knicked your lung. It still needs healing before we take it out." I nod lightly. "When can I see the girls," I sign as tears fill my eyes. "Are the girls here," Jessie asks in a choked whisper. "No, but I can have Sarah bring them," my mother says softly and I nod.

Daisy still kept silent, calm as if nothing had happened. Dash’s head was like mud, he couldn’t remember anything. He quickly rushed into the bathroom and poured cold water on his head. A few blurry, fragmented images exist in memory. To stop Daisy's annoying crying. Dash sees Daisy as nothing more than a stuffed animal. Cover her nose, pinch her cheeks, spread her mouth, strangle. Being bothered too much. Daisy also reacted a bit. Mumbling something, she turned over and leaned in the other direction, continuing to sleep.

Liam shouted at him, that's when I noticed Angus was coming at me, when I turned around to look, he was already so close to me. I waved my hand in the air as my eyes turned white, Angus flew and hit his back against the wall so hard that we could hear his bone cracked. I didn't mean to hit him so hard, but he brought it upon himself, I heard Veronica gasped. I have even forgotten that she was in the room as she had been quiet all this while. “ stop acting like an idiot ” I said without any smile on my face. Angus sat on the ground smiling while wiping the blood from his lips which had a small cut but it healed instantly “ wow, I see you are now stronger than before ” he said but I didn't rep

In one of the buds, a tiny almost invisible marking was made in black A small cursive ‘K’ My stomach dropped. NO. To be continued.......

I am not bit*h. Rosie..You are bit*h Rosie..You are bit*h Rosie..You are bit*h Rosie..You are bit*h His voice echoed around me constantly.. I closed my ears tightly with my hands as not to hear his voice and I knelt on the cold floor of bathroom.. I shook my head and kept saying over and over again that "I am not bit*h".. I felt extreme pain on my lower stomach...

Is all coming back, bits and pieces, good memories and the bad one, that one night. I feel my phone vibrate once more in my back pocket, and I ignore it too. I know is Beck wondering why I haven't replied to his texts. I was about to, but then I didn't want to. I'm having mixed feelings and all because of one single picture. I'm pretty sure he must be laying down on some beach at some exotic place with a beautiful woman with bee-stung lips and curves for days. That image alone makes me angry. All I can do is pull my baseball cap even lower, to the point where I can only partially see the horizon ahead of me. It shouldn't bother, not after all these years.