Clumsy X Smurfstorm Novels & Stories

The guy yelled and push me so hard that I fell on Sylvia. We both landed on the floor gaining everyone's attention. I got infuriated and quickly got up clenching up my fist. Sylvia's was still struggling to get up with her sprained foot. Ahh she kept wincing and staring at me, teachnically asking for my help. But the hell I wasn't doing that, if she fucking don't stand up now I'm gonna leave her alone this damn shop. After what seems like a million years she finally stood up.

he said with a warm smile. As the storm continued to rage outside, Camden's urgent need to relieve herself interrupted their conversation. She giggled, realizing the predicament she faced. "Fuck... I need to wee, but I don't want to go out in this storm!" she exclaimed, gesturing to the pouring rain outside. Clayton chuckled, understanding the difficulty of her position. "You need indoor plumbing," Camden stated with a pout, glancing at the relentless downpour. Clayton raised an eyebrow, feigning surprise. "Sure!" he exclaimed sarcastically. "I'll just hook it up to the main sewer line that runs through the middle of this national forest for no apparent reason," he retorted, rolling his eyes

“Hell doesn’t want your sarcastic ass.” “Maybe he’ll get kicked out for bad manners,” Jonah added, axes flashing. “Guess I’ll see y’all there,” Claude muttered.The progenitor raised one massive limb again, and the group barely scattered in time as it smashed into the mud. The shockwave threw Junie hard against a half-submerged tree. “Junie!” Rio’s roar was almost lost to the storm. He slammed his claws through a creature’s ribcage, tearing it apart as he barreled toward her.

"I understand, Emma. I promise I won't bother you anymore. "But before we say goodbye, could I just hold you one more time..." "No," I said calmly, shaking my head. "This is goodbye, Walter. Let's hope we never meet again." I turned and left. The breeze felt like spring, but it still carried shedding leaves from their branches to the ground. As the leaves twirled down, they landed softly, only to be crushed underfoot with a gentle crunch. However, no one seemed to notice or care.

Matt Coffee in hand, I stared out the patio door, watching tumultuous waves pound the shore. The weather matched my crappy mood. Sleet poured down in horizontal ugliness and the wind was brutal, bending palm trees nearly in half. The temp was only in the lower fifties, too. I hoped to hell Jenny didn't drive her motorcycle today. The thought of her on that deathtrap during ideal conditions gave me shudders.