Dumbledore Said Calmly Meme

The same cliche story of a nerd and jock falling in love.But what happens when the nerd turns out to be a boy that doesn't take shit from anybody and plays hard to get. And the jock a little too trusting. ⬇️⬇️Sneak peak⬇️⬇️ "Fine, we will do the project together." He said throwing his hands in the air, as he surrendered.I just smirked with my victory."But in one condition; we do it outside the school. I don't want people knowing I'm hanging out with you." He said giving me a disgusted look."Don't worry, I don't want people knowing I'm hanging out with a dumbass either." I snapped back."Listen here you." He said while grabbing my collar. "Your little mouth is going to get you in trouble someday." He said between gritted teeth."I'm sorry, my mouth can't control itself when it's presented to stupidity as low as yours," I said with a smirk crafted on my face. His face turned red and you could see a small vein pop out of his empty head...........Find out what happens next.

(⚠️ WARNING HARD SPG) "How's your feeling,?" he asked her while laying down on the floor and rested his head on his folded arms. "I will never be okay again, even though these wounds will be healed but the scratch will remain forever, and that's a remembrance all the pain you made," she said while closing her eyes, she was shocked when he lay down next to her. "Would you tell me How can I erased that's scars," he said and she even feels his Fragrance breathe upon her neck. he wrapped his arms around his waist like he apologizing to her. "Let me go," she said and he release his arms. "What İ mean, is let me go home, İ won't sue you just take me back where the Placed I used to," she said and he just sighed. "NO," he said and she faced at him. "What do you mean no, you asked me what you need to do how to erase the scars you made," she said. "You can request anything except to let you go," his voice cold. READ AND ENJOY!

"If you really don't love me, then why don't you make a rejection s-speech for me? If you do, I will believe what you just said" Kate looked at Raize after she said those words, thinking she can handle Raize's response to what she said… But still, crystal tears streamed down to her cheeks as Raize gave his speech that was tearing her heart into pieces. "I, Raize Luco of the Black Moonlight pack, reject the mate given to me by the moon goddess Kate Asie of the White Moonlight Pack"

Description: It was a beautiful and sunny day in a small town called Willows Creek. Every one was friendly and kind towards each other. Until that fateful day, their life was no longer the same again. A couple of friends was walking home from school, one of them mentioned they should take a short home. Naomi said, there is a sign that read NO TRESPASSING. Who gives gives a fuck about it said Michael. C'mon on guys I see our house from here said Omar, true agreed Sora. The gang were talking and laughing along their way home. Without knowing someone or something was watching them.

Just a hug. You're running away. Gets stuck in some trouble. A guy saves your life. Who also happens to be a really famous singer. Now, What if you hug him instead of taking an autograph? What if you both feel the spark? What if you get scared? But...what if he doesn't let go? ------ "You're stuck with me, angel." Asher whistled from behind me. "You'll wish you could take back those words." I said noticing a sort of sinking feeling in my stomach as I turned and looked at him. "What if I don't?" He asked leaning quite close to me. "You will. Everybody does." I said stepping away and continuing to walk. "Even if I'll want to, just hug me and I'll stay." He said making me stop and look back at him. He winked with that breathtaking smile. "Okay, Asherboy." I said back as a smile formed on my lips too.

Hope you have your drug with you?" Zoe inquired as he ogled at her keenly before placing a kiss on her neck.  "Yes bunny, you have nothing to worry about," he said with a wide grin. "You know what kisses on the neck make me feel," Zoe told him as he bent closer to her face before crushing his lips on hers tenderly and softly, after some minutes they both pulled away as he glanced at her.  "You taste like strawberries," he said, trying to kiss her again but she turned away. "The flight attendant is staring," Zoey said with a blush and red cheeks. "Alright, but you should apply whatever you apply on those lips always because they turn me damn on," he said, making Zoey's eyes bulge.  He sure had a great way of teasing her which was undeniably sweet.  

Beauty they said fade which is true. But beauty within never fade. Tehzeeb a young and elegant lady. She have grown up without knowing what opulence is rather she have grown up to know what penury is. Would she be able to know what opulence is? or would she forever remain in penury?. Opposite they said attract. Does that means that the rich and the poor will attract. Fate can't be change and Destiny they said can't be predicted. What would her destiny be? What does destiny have in store for her? Could it be love? Or what?. If you want to find out what happened to Tezheeb the press the add button © Zeeekadir

He married me for revenge. I married him to protect my father. On our wedding night, he looked at me like I was nothing. Three days before my wedding, I was drugged. I lost my first time to a stranger in that night. Three days later, I was forced to marry Leonard Eastwood—the most powerful man in the city. He despised me. He said I married him for money. He said I was greedy. He said I wasn’t pure. But every night, he searched for a woman he couldn’t forget— A wild girl from a hotel suite. A girl who bit him. A girl who vanished before he saw her face. What he doesn’t know is that— But before we ever stood at the wedding— We had already shared a night in the dark. And when he finally discovered the truth— The man who once said, “The daughter of a whore can’t be innocent,” Was the one kneeling in front of me, begging not to lose me.

After completing my mission, I married the man I had been trying to win over. On our wedding night, I told him that the system had given me ninety-nine regret pills. Whenever he did something that hurt me, I would take one. Once all the pills were gone, I would completely leave his life. He held me close and promised he would never give me a reason to regret being with him. Three months into our marriage, his childhood sweetheart came back from abroad. The first time he stayed out all night, he realized that I would quietly take a pill after just crying once. After that, he began to act without any restraint. Ten years later, on our anniversary, his childhood sweetheart threatened to kill herself again. He left me without hesitation to handle the situation. The next day, he returned with his neck covered in love bites and begged for my forgiveness. I did not cry. I looked at him calmly and asked, “Can I take one of the regret pills?” He shrugged as if it did not matter. “Go ahead. There are plenty left.” I smiled and let him bring her into our home. He did not know that there were only three pills left in the box. Once they were gone, I would leave him for good.

After the school cafeteria for elementary school kids shut down, I decided to offer meals for all the kids in our building at my home. At the end of the month, when it came time to settle the bill, one of the neighbors wasn’t happy. “The new caterer downstairs only charges $2.50 per meal, but you’re charging us $5! That’s an extra $75 per kid per month. Do you have no shame?” she accused me. I calmly explained that I only used free-range meat and organic vegetables in my meals. But no matter how patiently I tried to reason with them, the parents insisted I refund the difference and demanded I charge no more than $2.50 per meal moving forward. When I lowered my costs to meet their demands, they started accusing me of mistreating their children. They went online to expose me and even reported me to the authorities. The online attacks were relentless. I was fined, and my husband lost his job because of the controversy surrounding me. The stress pushed me into depression, and in the end, I jumped off a building to end it all. When I opened my eyes again, I saw those same parents being swayed by others in the neighborhood to send their kids to the new daycare service that only charged $2.50 a day. What they didn’t know was that the lunch caterer next door did serve meat every day—but it was frozen, diseased pork that had been sitting in storage for two years.