Cerbung Novels & Stories

It amazed me how someone as quiet and introverted as him could be so popular. At the moment, they were engrossed in a lively game of cards, shouting and making hand signals. Hayden's aunt, whom I recently learned was named Jada, approached me and handed me a bowl of what appeared to be soup. "It's Fish Broth," Zeek, who was standing next to me, informed. I nodded, peering into the bowl. "Look," Kai said, taking my spoon and stirring the contents. "It has yam, potatoes, macaroni, fish, ochroes, and eddoes." He explained, and I pursed my lips.

Eli held his hands up in the air and said, "Fine, fine, take away all the fun of letting your big brother have a peak of whatever delicious little creature you have down there." Eli sniffed the air. Whoever she was, she smelt fantastic. He had never smelt something so good before. The air smelled of sea salt and coconuts, like he just took a tropical trip to a far away island. His wolf stirred and didn't want to leave, but Eli needed to give his brother some space to finish up. He would get a chance to meet his little brother's new play thing eventually. Ethan never was serious with whoever he dated because he knew he would end up like Eli, having to choose a mate based on his parents' picki

None of it mattered except this—Eli's hand on my jaw, his lips against mine, the taste of him like coming home and leaving it at the same time. "You're sure?" he asked when we broke apart. "I've never been more sure of anything uncertain in my life." He laughed—that beautiful, full-bodied laugh I'd spent so long denying I loved. "That might be the most Adrian thing you've ever said." The business plan was beautiful in its simplicity: Chen & Associates. Not Westbrook. Not someone else's vision. Ours. We'd built something unprecedented in the industry—the merger of strategic analysis and emotional intelligence. We'd proven it worked. Now we were going to own the proof.

he returned. "And you figured that it wasn't "need-to-know" that Item 13 could obliterate you on touch?" "Wait, what?" Megan stood up between Ricardo and Dennis as it seemed that they had suddenly forgotten that she was present even as she was the one they were actually arguing about. Well, she and Item 13, she corrected herself. "What exactly do you mean by obliterate on a touch?" she asked. "Well, Megan, Item 13 is one of the five most dangerous weapons on the planet at this moment," Ricardo replied. "In fact, some might even argue it's the most dangerous weapon."

“Hello, can I speak to Freedom, please?” “What’s the first fact?” asked a man at the other end. “It is a preonic and an abundant number. Its prime factorization of two-three-seven makes it the second sphenic number.” “. . . the second.” “The angle rounded to whole degrees for which a rainbow appears.” “. . . the third.” “It’s an English pop/rock music band.” “. . . and what’s the answer?” “forty-two,” JC concluded. “Ok. Is this Mr. Martin?”

I hear Max say. My heart is pounding as I prepare myself for this friendship 'ritual'. Ten seconds later and nothing happens. I'm about to ask what's taking so long when I feel something similar to a bracelet being placed in my hand. I open my eyes and see a platinum piece of jewelry in my hand. It looks like a necklace but I'm confused, what is happening? I look up at my four friends and before I can ask them what's going on they burst into fits of laughter, even Mckayla!

He felt, cursed. And freeing Katharina was a break to that curse. So he turned up the radio for a quick second as he hummed along. Hums that transitioned into whispers into confident wailing of the chorus— “Cigarette daydreams, you were only seventeen” He halted as he finally heard back from Kat with slow muffled whisper. ‘Zach’ ‘Zach’ She sharply called his name as he was finally stung with her presence as he lowered the radio back. ‘Kat, are you okay?’ He asked.

I grab it and check the screen. Kiki wants to FaceTime. I click accept as soon as I see the name. Kiki is what I call Kieran, my best friend since we started high school. We met as freshmen on our school’s soccer team, and I knew from the moment he opened his mouth that we’d get along. He’s this tiny half-Japanese kid with fluffy brown hair and more energy than a chihuahua with a chew toy. He’s barely grown since, but that just adds to his whole cute schtick – though it’s not as endearing as his smile. Kieran is always smiling, usually accompanied with a big, bubbly laugh that I would personally call a giggle.

A loud music came from the room, mixed with the voice of cheers and laughter, it also smelled like sex and cigers. Some were watching a football match, few were gathered around a table in a hot discussion, while the rest had girls on their laps, who laughed and giggled at every word being said, funny or not. "Terry where is the Boss?" A red haired name Drumbo said as he took a tip from whatever was contained in the red cup he held in his hands.

In one of the buds, a tiny almost invisible marking was made in black A small cursive ‘K’ My stomach dropped. NO. To be continued.......