Faker Shh Novels & Stories

I told him, looking into his face. "I know, and my resting heart rate is like twenty beats per minute." He joked. Always a joke. "I want to see where this goes. I like you Lex, a lot. I always have." I nodded, my mouth bone dry. "It won't affect anything at work, if we completely crash and burn and I break your heart," he smirked, moving from my slap against his chest. "We will still be the best SFO team, that's a no brainer." "You promise?" I whispered. Leon wrapped his arms around my back, pushing me forward. My head came to his, him gently kissing my lips.

Or Sinclair. Holy shit.

"Try playing Halo 3 online." "Oh no," he said, shaking his head. "Not another one. "Reaper plays that game all the time, and I never quite got the hang of it." "Reaper? That assassin guy? I wonder what his gamertag is. I may have played him." Shane actually looked incredibly embarrassed. "Evil Fluffy Kitten." Shamira's eyes widened. "You're kidding?" "No. He finds it amusing." "He doesn't look like he has a sense of humor."

I curse myself with every single bad word I know, and funnily I remember a lot, it surprises me for I am told I was a nurse, not a sailor. I run both hands in my hair, which needs an urgent cleaning, before intertwining my fingers on top of my head, I tell myself to live up to my decisions, that I am an adult and need to start acting so, I look at the phone as it is a poisonous snake before reaching for it and dialing the number again. He picks up from the very first ring, and I blurt out an urgent sloppy hello before I chicken out and hang up again. “Natalia, it is really you.” I hear his voice, dripping with surprise, relief, and…longing?

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Halsey had saved Shaun's number as "Mr. Lane" on her phone. Shaun was calling. Sierra immediately perked up, listening closely. Halsey pressed the answer button. "Hello?" Shaun's deep, magnetic voice came through right away. "Hey… Are you still upset?" Halsey glanced at Sierra from the corner of her eye. She knew Sierra was eavesdropping. A cold laugh formed in Halsey's mind, but she forced herself to sound annoyed. "Shouldn't I be upset?"

With that Waqas left and Hamza turned around only to find Farhan grinning like a chimpanzee. What the f*ck? Hamza muttered under his breath. He slowly walked to Farhan who was drowned in his la la land. Hamza peeked at his phone and his eyes widened seeing Shiza's name, they were sending each other emoji of hearts. "SALAAR!" Hamza yelled and Farhan flinched so badly as his phone jumbled out of his hand and fell on the floor. Farhan sprang up as he looked at the door with wide horrified eyes.

Shea: My password is Fettuccine Alfredo, unlock the phone and reply to my texts! Who the fuck uses a food as their password. This girl is hilarious. I unlocked the phone and checked the rest of the messages. Shea: Hey, you there? Shea: Please, text me back. Shea: Hello? If you're not going to answer my calls at least text me back. Shea: Argh, you're so annoying, you're the worst human I've ever met in my whole and entirely life. I laughed at her messages as they kept flowing in.

“Could you please check the car?” “Uh… Let me dial your line—” “It's on silent.” I jump in, almost breathless. He pauses, the look of him not believing I’m okay returns, but he keeps it mild. “Right, be right back.” “Thank you!” I heave a loud sigh of relief before turning to face the lady. “Let me help you…” I dip my hand in my cart and pull out the dildo. In hypocrisy, like she was about fucking my dad with her eyes, she wears a judgmental look.

Soft duty. Shin was still crying. Even his sobs grew louder. Maybe Mrs. Duty is now wet from Shin's tears. "I have no one in this world. I have nothing in this world. I have no people who love me. Everyone hates me. I'm just a loser who should have chosen suicide. Well, I should have died. So now let me die!" ***