Dropout Sinbad Novels & Stories

It's almost as if the thought of him being with me in that way sickens him, and that drives me so fucking nuts. "Because you have no fucking idea what you are doing, Ashley. You have no tiniest understanding of what you are getting yourself into. Of the pit you're digging for yourself... You have no idea. I have known Sinclair for years, and I know he doesn't swing that way. Sinclair is a fúcking fuckboy and he will break your heart— one way or the other. " He states firmly, like he's so sure of those words. Like he's seen the future, and he knows what awaits me. Like those mere words of his are nothing, but the truth.

She'd rather be back in California in her small room, laying in bed and daydreaming about how her life would've been if she haven't had this stupid disease that left her in darkness forever. Bonnie missed her mother, hell she even misses her bastard of a father that left when she was three. She missed her dog, Egg. Oh I hope he's okay. She also missed her annoying best friend Becca. Her heart clenched as tears begin to run down her face. She sniffed taking a deep breath and wiped the tears but it was no use because more came running down. She gave up and let them fall. How was she going to escape this place if she was blind?

Nikola enquired with his arms wide open and a ridiculous amusement. “It’s paining your ass because you won’t be gaining any free sex anymore,” I exposed the truth and he stopped still, turning back to me. “You thought I wouldn’t know that?” Nikola shook his head with a sarcastic face, trying to joke with me. “Well, as you said, I’m the boss here and it’s my job to know what’s happening under my nose,” “You’re one clever angry bird, you know that?” He was back to his maniac mode. His puns wouldn’t distract me from the real motive. I was cracking my neck when he babbled, “Who knooowwss what exactly he has to—,”

If I will, she has to be with me. The launching of the Writer’s Pad could have been another breakthrough for Kim Yuan’s Microelectronics. It is a software that converts a human’s handwriting into typed words. It has over a million fonts in about 300 colors. It also converts into 200 languages with 98% accuracy. Thus, it’s easier for writers who love to handwrite first before typing them. With features as advanced as this, Kim Yuan Microelectronics won’t easily give up on this creation without a hard fight.

The Lord had shown him. She frequented the club a stone throw from her place, everyday from work. She'd leave the club early in the morning. Drunk and barely able to say her name. The Lord had shown him. She'd sinned. She was a sinner. She had to be purged. Cleansed. Made whole again. The Lord had told him. His hand still caressing Lena, a whisper filled his head. Like something coming to life. And a voice began to chant. Fisher of men. Fisher of men. Fisher of men...

“Y…you know that’s my only source of income.” Noah played with the tennis ball, tossing it up and catching it repeatedly, the soft thump-thump filling the tense silence. “Source of income,” he repeated mockingly, “and you’re still too broke to afford proper therapy or medication for that little… illness of yours?” He caught the ball one last time and squeezed it hard. “Pathetic.”

He laughed, I felt it within me. "Yeah, but that same bible says we're all sinners. We shouldn't waste that, it would be dope having fun with it." I didn't answer. It that evening. During the bonfire, I kept stealing glances at Caleb, He would mouth the wrong words to hymns we all sangs just so I would laugh, "hallelujah" turned into "hot damn" and I would hide my giggles behind my songbook, our eyes locking across the flames. Careful not to draw attention to ourselves or we will be a topic of discussion for the whole summer.

~Athena~ The first time I saw my best friend's elder brother was when I lay in his bathroom tub, sliding my fingers in and out of my wet pussy. Earlier that day, I had arrived at Brianna’s house. She had told me she was going out to see her father at his headquarters of R Innovation company, a company owned by him and that I could stay and wait for her, since we trusted each other. She wasn’t planning to return anytime soon. I agreed to stay. My place was dull, and my mom, annoyingly persistent, wouldn’t stop asking when I was going to get married. I also didn't go to work either because it was my day off.

I only stopped when I finally stopped smelling medicine in the air and bought a bottle of water from a vending machine, gulping down most of it. Even as I came to my senses, I heard the boy in my belly talking to me. [Mommy! Help! She's killing me… She's eating everything, leaving me with nothing!] Hearing that voice, I was finally sure that this wasn't a dream. It was real, and I had reincarnated. - In my last life, I was married to Zach Spencer for five years but we never had children until he told me about Tina. She was his childhood friend and a gynecologist, and she had a miraculous treatment that could induce pregnancy right away.

“I think his fear came from the belief that the delay could potentially hurt Janet. The hard truth is that Serena’s concealer is our real concern. Who would have guessed that the barman, Dane, was a snitch and that many men might be working for her?” “Do you think Sebastian actually loves Janet?” Connor asked. “Of course!” “Why?” “Take a look at the following page in the file!” Alex said. Connor flipped to the last page, eyes widening in surprise. “Did he shut down his drug operation? And who is Shane Glaziers?” “The messiah of New York City. It looks like Sebastian is in talks with him, and he’s joining him for his upcoming education and employment project. He shut down his illegal business