Budderball Buddies Novels & Stories

I put the glasses on the table next to my bed and approached her, hugged her by the head with another arm stroking her hair. “It’s alright, dear … it’s alright.” I spoke. These are the times when I wish I know more about children and parenting than I do. My eyes were led to my phone which is on Laura’s hand as I wondered what it is that has been bothering this poor little child. What I saw is not a mobile game, but the picture of the three of them, Mary, Laura, and Luke, on that very day of the competition. The picture that I took of them as they sport the ribbons that Laura won and Mary brought.

] Alicia: [Well damn, do adults not know how to do anything else aside from getting intimate? Anna: [Please ma’am, you’re not exactly a toddler, you’re getting intimate with people as well but what did they say though?] Alicia: [The usual, how I’m a slut and all, doesn’t really faze me.] Anna: [Ignore them, it’s not their fault half of the boys in the basketball team want to screw you, even being your best friend, it’s a bit hard to resist you.] Alicia smiled, cheeks burning from her smile. [Shut up…]

“Last night, I visited King Guaya. He talked about the visitors you saw the other night. They demanded for Banabella, but we denied them their request. King Guaya lied to them that she’d been acutely ill and had died two days ago. The prince did not believe this. He and his men left, saying no word. King Guaya followed them as though leading the way out, and furiously, a soldier threw a parchment at his face and that was when they left in anger. The next day, another group returned, demanding for Banabella. And as they rode off, with no hopeful response from King Guaya, a soldier hauled another parchment at his face. “The first letter read: ‘I, Prince Habeb, the Prince of Suramy demand from

“Please . . . call a meeting. We have to act accordingly to stop this monstrosity.” They all met almost every day to have breakfast at the same Restaurant. They met up to whisper. It was an informal gathering of old friends. Members came to receive some fresh news. Most came to see friends. All of them came for a bit of gossip. Common among them, were their political leanings. Their secret communications were all coded and never got out of the closed circuit. Elections and secret agendas, for example, were always coded. Outsiders came to know them as members of the Breakfast Club who flock together every morning in the same restaurant, to talk and get fresh news. They met up afterward as wa

I forgot he has a very loud voice. I stepped back and looked at the room office. "Happy Birthday girl" was written on pink cardboard, I smiled at Jenny and she smiled back. I looked at the half-eaten cake for a second time, I saw traces of butter icing on Cameron's lips and I frowned at him, an expression which he delightfully returned. I hugged Lupin and he squeezed the life out of me. "Ahem, ahem," I said, coming towards Parker. "Don't worry Soph, it's your birthday, you're not in trouble but if it dares hap—"

I replied “Oh, alright. My name's Dave, what's yours?” He asked “Brielle” I told him “Brielle, you're very pretty, with a pretty name” “Thank you” I replied, already starting to get irritated and bored of this conversation. Classic old tales with boys, saying the same things to compliment a girl and impress her. “So I was wondering if you'd like to exchange social media….” “I'm sorry but i'm not in a good mood right now as my ex bully or rather soon to be step brother ruined my entire day and im not in the mood to talk to anyone” I said, cutting him off..

"Bartholomew!, don't tell me you actually have no friends besides me" "I do,i do,i wouldn't actually call them friends though. I just have a bunch of drinking buddies,we watch football together." As Bart explained,Lola gave herself a facepalm. "Those are your friends!, what exactly is your definition of friendship anyway?" "Like ours i guess?" Bart guessed, facing her with a confused look on his face. Lola laughed really hard while punching his shoulder simultaneously. "No, heck no!" She continued laughing. "Bart, our case is a bit... different from the typical definition of friendship"

Penny's fingers grazed my cheek, sending a cold shiver down my spine. "Remember, I'm watching you," she murmured before strutting off with her friends. I sighed, stuffing the books into my bag. But despite everything, a flicker of hope stirred in me—tomorrow was the mating ceremony. I would finally meet my mate, someone strong enough to keep me safe from Penny's bullying. I would finally meet my mate. I hope he will be strong enough to protect me from Penny's bullying. But a voice in my head whispered, "What if he rejects you?"

Double snap. The announcement of the contest winners quieted the room. Hayden won third place and a red ribbon. Two older kids took the top spots. A lot older. How long were boys allowed to remain in the Little Buddies program anyway? She’d never thought to ask and wow, did that make her feel even more out of the loop. Hayden bounded over, waving his ribbon, Kane meandering behind him. “I got third!” “I see. That’s awesome. I’m proud of you. Grandpa will be excited for you too.”

After all, it was a special day filled with laughter and celebration, with friends and family gathered in our spacious backyard to commemorate my brothers' and my birthday. The atmosphere was electric with joy and fun, a refreshing change from the sad ages of childhood, especially since this was the first birthday we celebrated as we transitioned into Alpha training. The afternoon flew by in a flurry of activities. The sun bathed everything in a warm golden hue as everyone participated in games, and laughter echoed through the trees. The scent of delicious food wafted through the air, enticing everyone to gather at the long picnic tables sagging under the weight of an array of treats – burge