Denki Novels & Stories

It is followed by a beep soon after. I tap the notification. A series of messages from my best friend appears on the screen. Mo : *why didn't you pick up?* Mo : *sorry, forgot it's weekend. You're absolutely occupied right now* She adds a winky face at the end. Mo : *I just want to check in. Aaaand, brag* Another winky face. Mo : *Girl, omg I'm soooooo luckyyyyyy* Mo : *look at these! I'm in paradiiiiise*

Gem spits while standing beside mom who is shaking "Haahaa oh yeah we can see you need breaking in, well don't worry cheery pie there's plenty of us whos willing to oblige, and as for this chocolate muffin," he says nodding to mom "well i don't usually like them older but Mmmmm i think ill have a bite of this one",

called Budi but was ignored by Criss. Criss was still hitting Kenzo in the face under his arm until he was battered. "Criss! Criss!" call Buddha again. Criss turned and at the same time Kenzo strangled Criss' neck until Criss couldn't breathe. Criss tried to fight until he managed to release Kenzo's grip. *** Currently, Diki is exploring Kenzo's vaccine storage room. "This is the room." mumbled Diki with a happy smile. Diki holds the doorknob and the door is locked. Diki tried to break down the door to the room but still the door couldn't be opened. The door is made of bullet-proof glass. So naturally he couldn't open it.

Kiran said as he nodded to a waiter to come over to our table. “I told you,” Malachi said and I smiled. “The special, three of them and bring the bottle of Scotch,” Kiran said to the waiter. “Yes, Mr. Sinclair,” the waiter said and left again. “What’s the occasion?” Kiran asked. “It’s a girl,” I said and Malachi smiled. “That’s great, man, congrats!” The waiter placed three glasses on the table, a bucket of ice and the bottle of Scotch. Kiran poured our drinks and we clinked our glasses together in a toast.

replied the scathing girl, "So leave her alone." “What are you girls talking about?” Pierre asked more tactfully. I noticed how the woman colored in Pierre’s presence. Oh! "To give you a heavenly blowjob,” she answered in a whisper, "Nice to meet you, I'm Gena and I'm the store’s manager." Perplexed, Pierre accepted Gena's hand as Alex took me by the shoulders and led me away. “Damn, the world has gone crazy, look at talking like that...” “What's a blowjob, Alex?” I asked him when I saw Pierre and Gena talking.

She could’ve made it to the door unnoticed if they were humans, Kimberly thought to herself feeling slightly annoyed. “Sweetie, I know you must be hungry. I made…” “I need some fresh air.” Kimberly said, cutting her off. This made Christine really sad, Kimberly could see it. She was a bit touched and had wanted to immediately apologize, but she had to keep up her act. “O-okay. Go ahead.” Christine quietly said and turned around, returning back to the kitchen. # “Hello?” Alan answered his phone after two rings. “Hello, beta Alan. This is beta Donald from the white moon pack.”

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Katharina Stones, her real name. “Sure” She nodded to Zach before looking back at her phone. “Wait” She halted his steps. “Im so glad you’re making friends” She whispered and he sighed. “Me too, ma” “I mean that was why we came to Paris right?” A smile infected her lips as the phone buzzed in her hands. With a glance, she’d sighted his name- “And-“ She said. Denver: you don’t have to do this. you don’t have to let me back. Love me back. i just want to reach out, hopefully we could see sometime-

It was a very peaceful breakup. I groaned as I looked at my watch while Danika complained about something as she continued to get dressed. She was back to being the angry stuck-up diva that people say she is. She has broken two of her coffee mugs over the smallest argument, she almost fired someone for bringing the ‘wrong’ brown coloured belt and she hasn’t spared me a look all morning.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.