Exrated Novels & Stories

Maybe It wasn’t a total waste of time since I now have the opportunity to use all of those knowledge. Lauren is drugged in Megan’s house during our senior year and she is just doing an slept over there. Megan proudly tell her other friends how she manages to fool her and make her drink a fucking milk with drugs called aphrodisiac which arouses our bodies sexual instinct, the ultimate reason while Lauren didn’t remember everything especially when she was delivered at Hector’s house and when he raped her. He filmed everything and blackmail Lauren when she woke next to him in an unfamiliar bed. He threatens to disseminate the video if Lauren will not do exactly what he asked him to do and that

No luggage and soon I was far away from the pack house. It’s not like I wasn’t hurt—I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t. But after hearing Brandon call me a wolfless disgrace, I realized crying would only make me feel pathetic. They say you shouldn’t cry over spilled milk, and maybe they’re right. I loved Brandon… deeply. But he betrayed me. So why should I shed a single tear for someone who was shameless enough to bed my friend in our matrimonial room?

MY MOM DIED FOURTEEN YEARS AGO MELANIE~~ What the heck do this bitch us gonna hold my dad smiling sheepishly, this is a complete mistake. I and my dad are the only one at home the bitches and bastard left for where I know not. My dad is taking a nap while I'm on my phone reading the daily gossip and headline. Bryan Dills stock is on free fall in his most famous company J&J.

They were looking at my body with admiration in their eyes, and they didn’t miss my outfit. I cleared my throat to break their gaze. “Ehemm, hi everyone!” I greeted them with a smile. “I’m the model hired by your company to model your product. I hope we can all be friends and make my work easier. I’m Rhian Adam Suarez, your model. Nice meeting you all!” I added, but they didn’t respond, so I snapped my fingers in the air, which made them all clear their throats. I thought they would answer me, but they said something else.

"Tristan's best friend?Like Tristan Tristan?" "Yeah,Tristan Tristan."Zoe laughed."Your ex-husband.I found out today and I flipped.I just…I told him we shouldn't see each other again and now,I'm starting to think I might have overreacted.I mean,I don't know much about him but I feel he's a good person.Do you think I overreacted?" "A little.But I can't blame you.Knowing Tristan,anyone would think the men around him were as arrogant,selfish and evil as he is.I mean you wouldn't want Noah crumbling your family's business someday if you ever annoy him."

The moment I sat on my bed, I felt nauseous . I barely made it to the washroom. As I slumped against the cold stone wall And Everything went black. When I finally opened my eyes, The scent of the pack clinic filled my nostrils, making my stomach turn again. "Thank the goddess, you're awake!" Martha's worried face came into view. I tried to sit up, but my head spun. "What... what happened?" "You fainted right outside the washroom,” The pack doctor replied walking in. “ We also ran some tests while you were unconscious and it says, YOU’RE PREGNANT “

But not at this moment. Kyle had important work to do. Truly important work. He was flanked by a small entourage of eight vampire thugs, and they all strutted through the crowd as quickly as possible. Each carried a backpack. And each backpack was packed with 300 vials of the plague. They would split into four teams, and each team, like the four Horsemen, would spread their death to each corner of the station. One team would cover the station itself, one the Path to Grand central, one the A, C, or E subway line, and one the 1 or the 9 train line. Kyle reserved the best location for himself alone: Amtrak. He smiled to think that his portion of the plague would spread farther and wider than an

“No, it’s not possible, Xerra. I’m sorry. The person must be two days dead at most. And you know that we cannot use the Creyer anymore. The price is just too high!” My tears rolled down my cheeks freely. “Xerra?” Ponpon’s voice was that of concerned. I looked down at him, to meet his red eyes. “J-just rest, Ponpon. Don’t mind me. You’re tired.” “Okay,” he said quietly and closed his red eyes once more.

I huffed letting out all my anger to poor Mabel who struggled to keep up as I vented out my frustrations. "If you don't mind me asking...what are the affects of the allergy?" I stared at her, confused as to whether she was asking a serious question since it was completely irrelevant to what we were discussing. I told her nevertheless. It's like hell, first I begin to itch uncontrollably, like I'm being smothered by a swarm of fire ants. It doesn't take long before rashes begin to form throughout my body and it hurts even more because I can't stop myself from scratching. Then the churning in my stomach begins and I start to become hot and sweaty all over before I finally vomit, not a one time

My gaze quickly swerved to my father who stared at the card as if it might bite him. "She... yes. She's dying." "I may have a solution to your financial difficulties." Mr. Cohen opened a leather folder. "My boss, Mr. Dominic Winter, suffers from a rare genetic blood disorder. Without regular transfusions from a very specific blood type, he will die." I felt Vivian's eyes on me, and with the way she was looking at me, it seemed she knew already. "What does this have to do with us?" my mother asked, her voice trembling.