Bubble If Novels & Stories

He didn’t speak for a while; I did not check on him instead I keep on looking for that half open blue curtain. “Look at this.” Where is that Space Probe 130 EQ Reflector Telescope came from? I take a look and saw that window. He went back to his riffle. “Brian lives there, he always keep his window open. At 10 pm he takes a glass of wine and look outside his window…he does that for 15minutes.. .and left that window open till morning.” “Are we shooting him from this distance?” “No.” he keep on saying no, I didn’t know what else to ask.

Another internal wire popped. Dante realized with terrifying clarity that the supercavitation bubble was beginning to thin. As they ascended, the water pressure decreased, causing the gas envelope to destabilize. Freezing water began to whip at their legs, biting like thousands of icy needles. They had minutes, perhaps seconds, before the bubble collapsed completely, exposing them to the lethal friction of their ascent speed. "Now, Elara! Now!" Dante screamed, stretching his arm until his shoulder joint popped in agonizing protest.

"How bad is it really? I've never seen anything like that." Hawk flexed his shoulder slightly. "Getting better." Lily frowned. "Fast. So fast." Quill muttered under his breath. "Too fast." She didn't push. "I figured you hadn't eaten," she said, tossing him the coffee and a sandwich. Hawk caught it without blinking. "I'm wired enough, trust me." Lily gave him a look. "Doesn't count. Adrenaline and Body fluids aren't lunch." She dropped her bag by the couch table and crossed her arms. "So. Alpha now. Remember, the human in the room needs more explanations."

Lowey’s voice is soft. “They apologized for bullying me” my voice is hoarse. “I’m sorry-” “They all hit me” I blurted, “We’d get into physical fights all the time. I’d hit back sometimes. But they’d really rough me up "I rub my hands over my thighs. Then I wiped my eyes. “I told my moms that it was mutual. So they never worried about the bruises” “I’m so sorry honey” her voice is a soft whisper. “It feels good to get that out” I admit.

"When I apologised for beating him up, he told me about Edward’s plan and we came up with one of our own. We never knew about the gun though." "Oh, God," Lexi gasped. "Was it a real gun? I felt so damn sure it was—" "It was an M9-A1 BB gun," Sam said. "Looks pretty much identical to a real handgun and they said he could have taken your eye out at close range if I didn't... you know..." Sam pulled a face and made a stabbing gesture. "He's going to be okay right?" Lexi asked. "Well... yes... aside from the punctured lung and paranoid schizophrenia." Sam rolled his eyes.

But I couldn’t even bring myself to care enough to make a believable excuse. Of course, next thing I knew, I had a frantic text from Lucy that said, 'OMG! ARE YOU OK! YOU’RE SICK????' Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have made such a dramatic excuse. I replied, 'Too much birthday drinking haha. Late night.' It was still pretty dumb, but werewolves could get hangovers if we drank enough, so it was a semi-believable excuse. It wasn’t really believable that I, personally, would call out due to a hangover, but it wasn’t completely outside the realm of possibilities.

Sometimes, when I was a kid, as I love blowing bubbles, I imagined as the bubble pops it would become a bomb or at least lets me ride on one bubble to fly around as I let the air do its job. I didn't expect I would totally ride one when I die! Does the creator love bubble that much? The bubble man bowed in front of me and he greeted me, "Welcome, Player. Welcome to the Enchantrix Bubble System. My name is V and I will be your system to assist you in every world."

Gabriel's "C'mon, Gab. I know you're not okay but can you at least fake a smile? Please?" Mike whined as we were both standing in front of our photo booth to get some customers but then, I don't have the drive to do this anymore or to even smile at anyone.