Enhypen Mixed Up Novels & Stories

Plus I’m more of a fan of older jams. “Helicopter” by J Hus (feat. Iceè tgm) plays. As the music begins to play, I did one hundred push-ups. My body is hurting, since the bullet wounds are still effecting me. My muscles feel like they are going to explode, but I made it to one hundred. I rested my muscles for a few minutes and move on to my next workout. Next song: “Die Young” by Roddy Ricch plays.

"Mr. Sinclair. She's waiting for you." "Which booth?" "The Cat. Top floor." Of course she had reserved The Cat. It was the club's most exclusive booth, named after the club itself, positioned to oversee the entire main floor like a throne overlooking a kingdom. Liam nodded his thanks and stepped inside. The music hit him like a physical force. Some kind of electronic dance track with a bass line that made his teeth vibrate. The main floor was packed with bodies moving in the strobing lights, a mass of humanity lost in the rhythm and the heat and the chemical courage that came from bottles and pills. Liam made his way through the crowd toward the stairs, ignoring the hands that reached out to

The poor waiter collided with the bride's mother, knocking her off her feet and got himself the boot. She had been grounded for two weeks for that alone until it was discovered that she had glued half of the guests on their seats. No one could prove she had done that so they let it slide but she enjoyed the party afterwards, watching overdressed bitches struggle with metal chairs stuck to their fat behinds. It was a two weeks well worth it. Her grandmother referred to her as a terrorist, her teachers were glad to see her graduate in 2012 and her sister saved her contacts as Little Imp.

If he was half as good in bed as he was out on the dance floor, she was fairly certain that he would blow her mind. Far too soon, the music ended. Panting for more than just oxygen, Kat looked up into Mr. Sexy-wink’s face and was pleased to find his eyes dilated and fixed on her. The look of desire darkening his features heated her belly and sent blood rushing to places that had nothing to do with dancing. Another dance like that, and sweet, reliable Kat would be pulling Mr. Sexy-wink out into the hallway to find an empty room. Instead of another slow and sexy song, the band picked up with a swing song that Kat had never heard before. Unfortunately, it was one that required Mr. Sexy-wink to

Pressing her ear against it, she could hear whispering. "I got word from a friend I made on my travels. The Grey Mountain Pack I do believe, then again I could be wrong. I don't keep up with the pack's names and borders. I was surprised to hear that a hybrid was not only in a pack but possibly the mate to the alpha! Now I find out not only is it true, but you are also a hybrid. So, I've decided to help a fellow hybrid out. You're welcome." Sarcasm laced those two little words. Vicky was making it harder and harder to trust or even like her.

Cash was one of the oldest members of this club, he was as gay as gay goes and he had been wanting me to fuck him for years which I never looked his way. Salvio didn't like him, and I wondered why. Not like I care though. I nodded my head, and I watched him jumped down from his seat, dragging his feet towards me. "It doesn't matter who help me get off. It never mattered. I just need to fuck something and get this shitty feelings off my mind." I hissed, tipping my head back and take a swung of my drink. The sweet burn seemed to clear my mind a little. My mind unconsciously moved in the direction of where the initiation was going on, and I almost smacked myself when I saw Jayce, he stood out a

"With the income from streaming, I can earn up to 20,000 dollars a month. I want to save enough to build a house in my home village." Just then, Carlos came in. "Lilian, make me some supper." "Sure, Mr. Houston. Ah!" Lilian was showcasing my luxurious makeup vanity to her audience when Carlos came in abruptly. She had just opened the cap of an expensive bottle of toner and was sniffing it. Startled, she dropped the bottle, spilling its contents. "What are you doing?" I frowned unhappily. Lilian scrambled to wipe the table. "I'm so sorry, Alaina. I'm really sorry…"

The heroes are left to discuss their hangout and how to defeat Devoe. Mrs. Angelina was driving home. It was dark already but the moon was gleaming from above. She was listening to Angel by Westlife. She increased the volume of the stereo while she sang along. "Spend all your time Waiting for that Second chance For a break that Would make it okay There's always one reason To feel not good enough And it's hard at At the end of the day I need some distraction Oh beautiful release Memory seeps From my veins Let me be empty And weightless and maybe

EUPHORIA. A feeling or state of intense happiness or excitement. Most people experience some kind of euphoria while on the dance floor in a club. The loud music vibrating through the whole room and your body swaying to the beat just leaves you high and happy, while zoning out the world and being lost in the moment. “Are you sure this is a good idea?” Dylan asks while walking behind Anna as they both enter the club. Disco lights swiveled around the room and for some unknown reason, there were few people on the dance floor.

He woke up in a blur. There was movement around him. There was music, he stared at the ceiling, he didn't recognize it. The music wasn't loud enough to bury the sighs, people moaning around him. His head was heavy, his arms and legs didn't seem to respond to his brain telling them to move.