Novel & Cerita Blobla Be Like Me

Clarabelle yelled back. “I know that's not you speaking; this thing that has taken over your mind is making you feel that way, but you're different; you're cheerful and happy; you love everyone. Please, fight this thing and become the Clarabelle I know and love again,” Gabriella said, staring at Clarabelle as tears poured out of her eyes.

"See you tomorrow!” The moment the door closes, Rebecca turns to me. "I told you he is weird". I suppressed a chuckle that is threatening to come out past my lips. Blaine hasn't even said a word that is weird to me. I mean Blaine is really being himself and there's nothing wrong with that. Okay, maybe he's obsessed a bit with Yu-Gi-Oh and other animal stuff, but that doesn't mean that it should be judged and labeled as we're just because he likes those right

he rambles. I start laughing at him. “Calm down Blake. You are fine, you did not hurt me,” I tell him. He looks relieved and I ask him, “How does it feel, being around my blood?” I ask him. He thinks about it for a second and hen he says, “It is like being close to your favorite meal on the planet and not being able to have any.”

Lee snubs. “Exactly. We drink. We dance. We unpack trauma. Sometimes all at once,” Mel laughs. “But it grows on you. Like glitter. Or warm bread,” I say grimly. Because it does. “Or fungus!” “Thank you … Kiara.”

A straw fills my vision as Blue holds a glass up to me filled with what smelled like water, water that my throat and body openly welcomes as I gulp it down. [They treat me like this all the time when you all leave for a business trip.] I answer truthfully, my eyes closing for a moment as the memories of every beating and lashing I’ve received between Mia and Leo. “Show me what you mean, Amberle.” Blue pleads. My eyes open in realization that Blue was pleading to me, asking me to open up my mind and memories for him to see. So I do.

Nope. Absolutely not. We’re not crying tonight. Laura’s expression softens instantly. “Oh sweetheart.” “I know it sounds stupid.” “It doesn’t.” I twist the blanket in my lap. “It’s just…” My voice cracks. And I hate that it does. “It’s hard to believe.” Laura waits patiently. So I finally say the thing I’ve been carrying around for years. “Guys like Beckett don’t fall for girls like me.” The room goes quiet. Not uncomfortable. Just thoughtful.

she whispered. I let out a low whistle. “Damn. I can’t even commit to a gym membership for more than a month.” Barbie’s mouth twitched. “You are a very strange creature.” “Yeah,” I said, leaning back on my elbows. “But you like me.” She sniffed. “I tolerate you.” I grinned. “Same difference.” For a second, the forest felt almost peaceful. Just me, a wolf-girl high on magic Red Bull, and the last fae on earth sitting under a massive enchanted tree. It was weirdly… nice.

Not a BBL exactly but she got some booty work done. I snort. Booty work. I'm brilliant. Creating new terminology. Insults and thoughts. It's beautiful, really. Satisfying even. Is it messed up that I like shitting on mean people? I mean, really. I'm normally not a troll but I'm not opposed to it. Exes like ours deserve it. They definitely fall under the category of shitheads. "Relax, Winter," Blake chuckles. "Everything will be fine." Seeing his ex planted a heavy seed of doubt. She's perfection. And he's here telling me I'm sexy.

Blaze went ahead and refilled my glass. “Blaze, I asked if you like her.” “What do you think?” Blaze asked, calm. He was smiling, but it was different. There was pain nestled in his expression. To his question, I only shrugged. “I’m here with you, so tell me what you think,” Blaze said again. He was pushing me to say something. I swallowed. “You’re figuring it out,” I said. I settled for a safe answer. “Whatever you say, Pookie—sorry, Sabrina.”

"Aren't you supposed to be an unemotional goth chick that doesn't care about anyone else's problems?" "When it comes to my friends, I would do anything; besides, I'm bored. The cure? You. I know drama when I feel it." "So that's what this is about—you don't care about me, you just want me to spill the tea." "No, no, no, I want you to feel better AND spill the tea." "... you're one greedy bitch." Laura burst out laughing. "Oh my god, did you just swear? That's so cute, and I'm proud to rub off on you. You're like a mini-me, just more naive and without the makeup."