Enhypen Dorms Novels & Stories

Happiness is in every empty bottle of vodka, in every hip I hold, in kiss marks carved in my skin, in the lips of random girls, and in every high and drunken night. Every party that is bound to be forgotten when sober is meant to remind me that there is a home in the absence of a peaceful place to sleep at night. Every stranger’s skin that I’ve grazed reminds me that I am meant to touch but never to love. I am indeed happy. So fucking happy, sometimes I want an escape. "Damn, this is lit!" Mark screamed cheerfully as we entered yet another house party. A group of guys welcomed him, making us part ways.

Chapter Three Enter the Beast Daniel walked down the street dressed in a dove gray fitted suit and tie with his hair was picture perfect. He was searching for the right place and the right people. He needed for his demons to fill. Hearing loud music from the clubs, he sauntered toward the bright red neon sign beckoning people off the sidewalk. People came spilling out, yelling and laughing. Most of them were obviously drunk, he knew this was going to be easy. “Just pick any fool off the street.” He thought to himself.

’s 1 and 2. At that current moment, however, he was listening to and enjoying Holst’s The Planet Suite on the bus’ CD player. But it wasn’t Mars, The Bringer of War he was hearing when the Sleepers began rising outside. It was Mercury: The Messenger. And perhaps the message was they never should have entered this fucking city in the first place.

Common Denominator - Justin Bieber 💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 I'm still sleepy, Sunday and want to hibernate as usual. However, many demons come to my house at dawn. "Come on, cheer up, dear. Sports to be high." I walk sluggishly. I've changed clothes, a jacket, and pink leggings, pink shoes. Everything pink, tacky? I don't care, this is my fashion sense.

"Serena… What is this… supposed to mean?" Silas asked. "It's all there on the wedding invitation." I met Silas' gaze with an unreadable expression, offering no further explanation. He turned the wedding invitation over in his hands, scanning it again and again, before letting out a cold chuckle. "Really, Serena? Is this your idea of a joke? "You're quite the actress, huh? Choosing the same wedding date as mine and your groom is even... Levi Harrison, that cripple.

LUCIANA : good morning Ares ARES : how was your sleep? She replies quickly. LUCIANA : it was good and yours? How do I tell her that I can't sleep, and when I do I'm haunted my monsters or that I have been diagnosed with insomnia and whenever I close my eyes if it isn't the monsters I am dreaming about its her that appears in my dreams so instead I reply with something more mediocre. ARES: it was good as well. Soo coffee?

I sighed and nod, a moment of silence falls on us and lasted a little longer. Denzel leans on me and rests his head on my chest. “Anna, doctor Hemsworth visited me earlier this morning!” “He did?” He nods. “What did he say?” “Hmm, he said I’m getting better and I’ll soon go back home and resume school” He’s getting better?! I wish it’s true.. doctor Hemsworth told him the exact opposite of his situation. “… is that true?” His question pulled me back to reality. “Is what true?” “Is it true that I’m gonna go home soon? Did you visit him? Did he tell you I’m getting better too? Did he tell you how strong I am?”

She's undeniably gorgeous, hot, talented, but she's so annoyingly annoying. "Maybe you'll know it when you see her." She stated and stood up to continue doing my hair, and I just sighed again. "Umm, what are you gonna sing for your final minute, since it's the first Saturday of the month?" She asked, and well, every first Saturday of the month, I will sing together with my mixed music on stage before I exit. And the club people are waiting for it, and they love it so much. "Uh... Sorry Not Sorry by Demi, why?" I answered.

"I wish I had that kind of talent. I can't play any instruments, but I do love the sound of a piano. There's a ballad played and sung by Dusk on Nightide's second album. It's one of my favorites, but Dusk is so intimidating that I can't call him my favorite." Hae Mina could not hold back her laughter. She had seen Duskin as Dusk so she understood what Choi Lina meant, but the idea of Duskin being intimidating amused her, and the image of him waking from a nap, with his hair a mess and his glasses off, shattered her control. "I'm sorry," she apologized as she caught her breath. "I'm not laughing at you. I shouldn't tell you this, but," she let her voice drop to a whisper, "Dusk is actually ad