Chandler Mrbeast Novels & Stories

Lerisa plugged her phone in to charge, then went into her bathroom to freshen up, before walking to her pink bed to sleep. **** The following Saturday morning, Anthony went for his early morning exercise and fitness training. He jogged about for a while and ran too. He was a billionaire, but that didn't stop him from exercising, as mostly the rich folks occupied the town they lived in. Anthony was wearing a white sports jersey as he went to jog that morning—a white singlet top, white shorts, and white socks, paired with white canvas shoes. Anthony looked breathtakingly handsome, and plenty of young ladies along the way stole glances at him, watching him jog at that early hour.

John Legend all of me blast the speakers while we dance. " you are the most stunning thing I have ever seen "he comments looking me straight in the eyes I mean I am single " Thank you , you look good as well" I am Jacob " I am Amanda " Nice to meet you I definitely want your number seeing you in this dress has had me thinking not so nice things " I smile as I am about to reply Mr Parker slides in "May I have this dance " Ben E king stand by me soothes the crowd as Mr Parker takes my hand he pulls me so close I can smell his cologne he always smelled good.

“Who the hell are you?” He smiled faintly, as if amused by her fire. “I am Maeron.” The name didn’t mean anything to her. And yet, something about it clawed at her memory, like a word she’d once heard in a forgotten dream. “You’re not a wolf,” she said, taking a step back. “You’re not human either.” “No,” he replied simply. “I’m not.” Serena’s wolf bristled. Her senses sharpened, every instinct telling her to run, to shift, to fight—but her body remained still, locked between terror and fascination.

Caro replied as she was engrossed in the computer system she was operating on. " In summary, you're hacking government cameras "Camille announced. " We're AMC" Hannah reminded her and she nodded. "So why don't Rebekah do magic things since it's the fastest" Crystal asked. "All I keep seeing is the institution, nothing more" "Rebekah is from the woman's line, that will be trying to track your Creator which is most times impossible, just like we can't find mother, just like mother, she might be able to cloak her location"

sure you have more to talk about since you like talking about yourself." He laughed and said, "Alright I'll share some things about myself since I'm not scared to share. Hello my name is Beau Bax and…" Marigold chuckled, interrupting Beau, and saying, "Is it really necessary to tell me your name? I already know your name, Beau." He chuckled, saying, "I have to introduce myself if I'm going to share things about myself to you." She rolled her eyes and Beau said, "Now as I was saying hello, my name is Beau Bax, I'm 22 years old and the CEO/partial owner of The Bax Company. My favorite color is orange, I love to read and travel, and my favorite place to eat is here. I like comics and hate the

“ What the heck? You want to decapitate my dick? “ Chad exclaimed as he exposed his face. Maria was shocked, of course she did a terrible job. Chad went static when he recognised who the girl was, it was the giant baby color Blue. “ It's you. “ Maria was face to face with the image of Chad Macmiller. Not once in the competition had she seen his face. Chad had a ripped face, muscular and finely lined. His jawbone was sharp and majestic, to die for. He had full, carved brows and a deep blue eyes that she could get forever lost gazing into. She staggered backwards, “ I'm sorry Mr Macmiller. “

Noticing I wasn't saying anything he sighed. "Channing please come back with me," he pleaded, his eyes silently begging me as well. I stood my ground because I know I'm stronger than this. This week may have been short but I've come to myself, I've opened up. Since that moment I walked out of his pack house I was not the same scared little girl. I was Channing Stevens, daughter of the Alpha of The Black Moon Warrior. I am strong.

I answered then took a step back. "Thank you, my first name is Matt, definitely not Damon. And my last name is Ronald. I'm just a simple guy in his middle thirties who lives a bit further away from here. I love jogging and exercising every evening. Well, most of the people keep fit for certain reasons, as for me I keep fit for ......wait let start again. I keep fit....." "So you are from jogging?" I asked cutting him off. He was getting annoying. How could someone talk so much in just a minute? To make matters worse, to a stranger!.

“What the fuck happened to Chase in Dallas?” “You saw him getting tossed into the air and that bull dancin’ the cha-cha on his back?” Brandt nodded. “If he ain’t still pissing blood after that kidney shot, he’s got my vote for Iron Man of the Year.” “He’s got my vote for dumbass of the year. Here he’s havin’ the best year of his career and he had a chance to finish in the top fifteen at the world finals. After that last wreck, the sports med doc warned him to drop out. He did, but in his free time while he’s supposed to be healin’ up, Chase has gotten into some…compromising positions with a couple of buckle bunnies. Naturally, their phones had cameras and they caught the whole raunchy perfor

"That little boy in there isn't worth a single tear you've wasted. And I don't like seeing what's mine crying for someone else." "W-who are you?" I stutter breathlessly, my voice muffled. "I'm going to let go of you now. But you can't scream, okay?" He whispers, and I nod frantically, almost intoxicated by his scent. Slowly, he peels his hand from my mouth. I turn and nearly forget how to breathe. Tyler is tall, but the man in front of me is practically a giant. A muscular, astonishingly gorgeous giant. His raven shoulder-length hair is pulled up in a half bun, and his eyes...