Byul I Think I Novels & Stories

A faint smear of lipstick near my collarbone No. Not lipstick. Too dark. I touch it. It doesn’t smear. Teeth. My breath leaves me slowly. This wasn’t gentle. This wasn’t soft. I was hungry. And I can’t remember a second of it. Anger starts to burn through the fog. Not at the marks. In the blank space in my head. I grip the sink harder. Think. I remember leaning against the bar. I remember someone stepping into my space without asking permission. “You look bored,” a voice had said.

pointing at the picture “Didn’t you know who we work for? Oh…I almost forgot, you did not do your homework.” With a deep breath “Kate, we work with the international security agency. They have all the tools to make everything done. They have all the information and money that we need. I can’t believe they sent me a newbie. “ he walks into the kitchen area on the left side. “I’m sorry to disappoint you, but if you will just let me know everything that was written on that package then I might be able to go on with what I should be here. I am a fast learner Z.”

I still had a use for it. I held up the bag and waved it in front of the camera. The viewers thought I was putting on an act. The chat was filled with nothing but strings of censored curse words. You could tell how nasty the comments were. However, I did not care one bit. I displayed my medical records directly. "I know you won't believe anything I say, but don't let someone with ulterior motives manipulate you into becoming their weapon. "I'm not the first person she's slandered. If you keep enabling her to do evil, then what's happening to me now will happen to you too.”

Some people may like that word called moving, but I don’t. I don’t think I like moving at all, the boovs may jump at any sight to move away but I am going to scurry away from any mention of it. Opening my eyes to the sunlight on my face, I sighed, here we go. Another day in a new town, and I’m going to go to their school, meet new people and trash those that need to be trashed.

I pout “You don't think?” “Hmmm, I think you're obsessed with the person you had their name tattooed on your body not me”

Just I was thinking something came across my mind. “Wait…"

8 I stare at my laptop and I'm almost half way through finishing my article. For some reason, my mind couldn't stop thinking about that curly man named Benedict Styles and how mesmerizing and striking he is. He has this huge impact on an individual just by being himself and that's crazy. Even the thoughts of him still send shivers down my spine.

She used to think of him as a second son, and was sad when he stopped coming over. As I step out the door, I stop for a moment. I’m about to enter my bully’s home, what am I thinking? I glance over and see that their garage door is open and that Mrs. Palmer’s car is parked in it. I sigh in relief, I should be safe with his mom home, so I quicken my steps so he doesn’t get angry at me for taking too long.

Oh my hot buns! =^._.^= ∫