Extra Ordinary You Novels & Stories

Natasha asked becoming confused about how pinky suddenly became happy. "You will not understand but very soon you will" Natasha couldn't help but laugh despite the fact she doesn't understand. "Let me go and buy you lunch..all bills on me"pinky uttered, without waiting for Natasha replied, she went over to the waiter and order for ice cream, cake and salad for both of them. She came back with it.. "What are we celebrating?"Natasha asked. "Someone very special to me is coming back very soon"pinky replied and drop the food on the table..

* XK Jc - " Enemy is missing on mid. Be careful, Top or Bottom. The jungle is also nowhere to be seen." XK Ashe - "We know." XK Yang - "Fall back." XK Drunk - "I'm coming! I'm coming!" XK clap1x - "I already used my teleport earlier. I can't back you guys up! D*mn I miss a lot of minions!" Enemy Double Kill. Enemy Triple Kill. Victory! Jc took off his headphone first and said. "Wow! Do you guys play like this? Do you know that i want to sing 'Speechless' by the blue genie right now? I don't know what to say."

he teased. "Why can't you be normal like everyone else? " I yelled. "Normal? What's that ?" he smirked at me. "You know the opposite of you dickhead." I yelled clearly frustrated. "I like me, I'm not boring like the guy you used my account to stalk..." I froze when those words crawled out of his lips, how the hell does he know that? "How do you know that..what are you talking about? " I yelled poorly managing my words.

“Hey! I'm talking to you!” Veronica swallowed. “That will cost you extra...” she began, but before she could finish, the man dropped another thick bundle of cash onto the table. She immediately fell silent. It was the first time she had ever seen this man, and judging by the amount of money he was throwing around, he clearly had no idea what her girls usually charged. “Sh... she's over there,” Veronica said quickly, pointing toward the hallway Roxy had disappeared through. “I'll get her for you.”

Every time he had looked through her when she tried to tell him she was drowning. He had believed she would always be there. That she was ordinary. Replaceable. Now the entire country was watching her accept a crown. Peter reached for the bottle on the nightstand, found it empty, and hurled it against the wall. The sound of breaking glass was small and pointless. On the screen, Caroline and Tyrone turned to face the hall together. The camera caught the way Tyrone’s hand rested at the small of her back—protective, certain, permanent. Peter stared until the broadcast ended.

Freya There was one more thing to open. A video, sitting under the articles like the last stair in the dark, the one your foot searches for and doesn't find. I told myself I wouldn't. My thumb pressed play anyway. The footage shook. Probably recorded by someone at the back of a memorial hall who had to hold their phone up admist the crowd. And a crowd it was. The room was packed with faces I'd never seen, and people who'd probably also looked down on me too.

The cold air hit them, did absolutely nothing to sober them up, and instead acted as a catalyst for a vocal performance that could only be described as a hate crime against music. Mei started it. She was attempting to levitate, likely due to a malfunction in her inner ear. She was singing Bohemian Rhapsody, but in a key that technically doesn’t exist in Western music, accompanied by jazz hands that suggested she was frantically trying to swat away invisible bees. Zoya joined immediately. She didn't sing; she projected. “If all of the kings had their queens on the throne, We would pop champagne and raise a toast To all of the queens who are fighting alone

This cause Yan Yang's hazel eyes, to nearly pop out of their sockets. What? The little boy yesterday and her boss had......... A father and son relationship??