Chemistry Novels & Stories

“Leo” “I am on my way” Leo’s voice boomed through the link and within minutes he was racing by my side picking up the scent. Rounding the pack border suddenly the trail just ended, like evaporated without a trace. Along the ground there was a ring of burn ground and smell of smoke and the white Horehound herb thick in the air. Along the ground we found crushed Malachite, Moonstone and Amethyst crystals. "The fucking bastard teleported" Letting a howl into the night sky it was filled with pain and anger.

"Yeah, whatever. That's not important. So much has happened and I have to commend you for the upward trajectory you are taking in your relationship. I didn't expect that it would be this fast but you know what that means, right?" Anelia finally dragged her head off the table and pinched some nuts out of the bowl in the centre of the table and threw them in her mouth, before hauling her eyes to Emma like it was the most tedious thing she had ever had to do. "What does it mean?" She questioned, although she would have much rather not. "Chemistry!" Emma exclaimed like it was the most obvious thing. "And not just any chemistry, but

He deserved that at least. “Mayeli?” Nicole asked. “I don't know”, Mayeli whispered, playing with the buttons of her black Zara heels. Nicole chuckled, and rose to her feet, coming to stand beside Mayeli. “I think being indecisive about it just makes the answer already obvious. You should talk to him about it”, Nicole said. “Why do you smell like chocolate?” Mayeli asked Nicole. “Nicole laughed out loud. “Don't try to change the topic”. “I love the scent girl, tell me the name already”.

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Max wouldn't approve since she's got it in her head that I might be getting addicted, but given the shitty way I'm feeling, I don't give it much thought. And I'm feeling better already, so good that I have forgotten about Camila and her vile words. I'm now distracted by the different writings on the walls of this particular toilet. Along with people's names, there are some pretty vulgar words too. How come I have never noticed this before? Oh Max's name is there too, dribbled in a red marker it says, Max Genesis z a slut. I frown, that's not very nice. Who writes this stuff? "Ashley?" Am I imagining things or is that Kristen's voice?

Kaori-nee was a good cook and the food did not allow me to make a distasteful face at him. “That much?” Hiro-san chuckled, raking a hand through his dyed light hair. I still haven’t figured out whether calling it white or silver or grey or a really light shade of black (which would mean that it wasn’t black) would do it justice. Either way, it suited him. It complimented his eyes. “Do you miss playing basketball so much?” “Mm. Not really. I hadn’t really thought about it. The last time that I played was in university. The dream just made me remember it. That’s all.”

he whispered against her lips as she pushed him away. "No, Jake, put a shirt on," she said as Jake glared at her before limping away as she turned around to answer the door. There stood Katie with a curious look on her face, "I've been knocking and calling, why have anyone of you answered?" She asked as Ashley sighed before pointing behind her, "Mr.Lazy back there didn't want to put on a shirt," she said as Jake came out, "I heard that Mrs.Moodkiller," he said sneaking an ass grip caused Ashley to jump. Katie looked back and forth between the two individuals with a weird look before shaking her head.

A timeline. I could work with timelines.

Hawk leaned against the counter with his arms crossed, watching Quill wrestle with a stubborn IKEA manual. The kitchen smelled faintly of coffee and sawdust from the makeshift furniture projects they’d started but hadn’t finished. Their new place was beginning to feel like home... Kind of. It felt like a chaotic mess more than anything at that moment.

Rileys eyes blinked open. She felt groggy and unsure of her surroundings, just like every other time she woke this past week. She couldn't remember where she was, she felt dirty and cold, she couldn't even feel her wolf Ava anymore. Her flesh burned with every movement she took. Was this a dream? Had it all been a dream? She looked around and noticed it was a dark room with no windows, like she was in a basement. The room felt wet and cold. She lay on a bed and noticed a metal chain attached to her ankle. There was a bedside table next to her with a glass of water and a bucket next to the bed.