Caption Story Novels & Stories

“C- Can you turn on the Air conditioner? It’s really hot.” Sixinere stared at her for a long time before he went to the air conditioner to make it 16, he doesn’t even know why he was still there. He needs to leave now as he promised to go with her. He stared at the girl and flinched when she suddenly walk slowly towards him. “Hey!” Sixinere had just covered his nose when the woman suddenly released a sweet and fragrant scent of pheromones. "What the hell? What are you doing, hey!"

I drooled over it while eyeing it hungrily. Hastily opening the cap of the vessel I was about to dig my hand inside it when this bitch laasya snatched it away from me. Red is the only shade that I can see when she closed the cap of the vessel and put it beside her. " give that back " I plead to her. See how fast my mood swing from furious to emotional. " Okay but before that what's the moral of the story? " she asked blowing air on her beautifully painted nails. " never jump on any decision beforehand without knowing about that " after swallowing down my flood of saliva I replied to her.

The moon beamed against the starless sky, it had illuminated everyone in the clearing. The rest of the captives were fast asleep but there was us on the farther part of the clearing, huddled in a circle, eager to hear what Petra was going to tell us. The children were giddy to hear their grandma’s story, something that would tuck them in a makeshift bed out of things they had foraged. “Grandma,” Celeste impatiently said, beckoning her grandmother to start telling the story. Petra smiled at the little girl and looked around to see if we were already in our places.

After I quit my job to become a full-time househusband, my wife, Brooke Lowell, left me with nothing but a bank card capped at 1,000 dollars a month. She said children had to be raised with hardship to grow up strong, and was always worried I might secretly give our daughter special treatment. But 1,000 dollars was nowhere near enough to cover a household's monthly expenses. Every time the kindergarten asked for nutrition fees, I could only swallow my pride and beg for leniency. "She's just a child. Why does she need that much money? You've got some nerve, living so comfortably on 1,000 a month." I had thought Brooke's harshness was meant to temper our daughter's character. That illusion

Zico stopped talking and looked at me. "Go on..." I muttered and he handed over the brown paper. He continued speaking as I checked out what was in the brown paper. I pulled out the paper to see that it contained the information of the thief who stole my property. My eyes landed on her picture and it left me awestruck.

On the last trip before Zeke Malone and I were set to register our marriage, someone clamped a hand over my mouth and dragged me into the bushes to assault me. Zeke and my sister, Crystal Bianco, arrived just in time to "save" me. That was when I heard Zeke switch to French and ask her, "Did you get enough footage just now?" "Yeah," Crystal answered back in French. "But isn't this unfair to Lizzie?" Zeke's voice turned grave. "The man was only acting. He never actually went through with it. We just needed the footage. As long as I don't hold it against her, that's all that matters. "Besides, you could win a Pulitzer for breaking this story. That's what actually matters here." I lay in