Fall Pfp Novels & Stories

comes a man’s voice from the door. “I am, don’t scare me like that,” I shout. I carefully walk through the maze of glass, but it's difficult. Very difficult. With every step, I wobble, and teeter, side to side, because the wooden floors are angry with me. The carpet doesn’t want to be my friend, and I fell to the floor, getting glass into my arm, and I cried out. Everything goes dark and I know why it was some bad sugar. It was spiked.

This company is a significant factor in our collective celebrity status. As I voice my intention to reach out to someone through a text message, I make a move to grab my phone. However, the person in front of me relents and gives me a nod of approval. After finishing his meal and swallowing, he begins to speak. "She couldn't stop yawning during our trip back from the state park. She didn't arrive home until three in the morning," he types out in another text message. "I should have known she would wake up." His gaze shifts towards me. "She suffers from FOMEFT."

EVA “Pucker up, asshole.” I blinked. And blinked again just to make sure my eyes weren’t playing tricks on me because what the hell was I seeing? I have never had reason to question the efficiency of my vision before. It was at least 96 percent accurate. But apparently, the 4 percent was coming in hard today. Because… “What the fuck?” More accurate words could not have been uttered at that moment. “Pucker. Up.” “Yeah. I heard you the first fucking time. What I don’t understand is why you’re telling it to me.”

I glared at him and frowned my lips "Fucking stop all this awful pranks, cause I don't want to have faith anymore...I don't want to feel anything at all either, cause...." My voice cracked, and tears gathered up in my eyes, but I didn't stop speaking "Cause it would fucking make me more miserable and more worst than I am already"

If I had known that I would be in the same class as Hale I would have not accepted the offer of continuing with my final year, but nooo I had to pray and hope for a way to be able to finish this year, and here it is but it's not what I expected. I have my reasons for finishing this year, and they are valid to be honest and really important but I did not put into consideration that I would be in the same class as the elites and most especially Liam and Suzie. What's done is done though, so I can't keep crying over spilt milk. It's time to put my big girl panties on. Why in the hell do they even call them "big girl panties" ? Who even came up with the name? Anyway I am not even going to start

“No. No, Clea, don’t say that. You don’t mean it. “We can try again, have another child. We still have a future, a long life ahead of us. We still have—” His words buzzed around me like flies. I couldn’t stand the sound of his voice any longer. “There is no ‘we’, Dario. You know I don’t make empty threats. And you don’t need to pretend to care. Have some dignity.” He opened his mouth to argue, but the door swung open before he could speak. Fran stepped in, lips pouting, her voice soft and pitiful. “My leg hurts so much, Dario.”

His eyes were dry, and his stubble had grown. I watched him with mixed feelings. But when I snapped to my senses, I smiled self-deprecatingly. This was what he deserved. The rental period for the funeral parlor had ended, so a staff member chased Marcus out. He staggered to his feet and out of the funeral parlor, barely able to stand. He still clung to my photo. I followed him back to the home we'd once shared. It was also the place where I'd hurried back and gotten into a fight with him before ultimately falling out.

I said sharply. He paused. “Um! Okay. Alright.” The laughter faded. His smirk disappeared. I knew what was coming next. I braced for it. The punch landed across my face like a lightning bolt. My chair tipped, and I crashed to the ground, my side slamming hard against the floor. A sharp pain shot through my body, forcing a groan out of me. As I lay there, dazed and hurting, his friends stood behind him—jeering, laughing like it was some sick joke.

Bella obediently covered her mouth with her hand, looking at Phoebe with fear. Her small body trembled uncontrollably, tears streaming down her face. Phoebe did not approach to comfort her, but instead commanded, "Turn around!" Bella obediently turned around and stood facing away from Phoebe. Phoebe pushed her on the back, and Bella fell to the ground with a thud due to inertia. Her hands instinctively reached out to cushion the fall, and she let out a restrained cry of pain.

She tried to sit up. The dizziness pinned her down again. Trapped in the bed. Trapped in her body. Trapped in a conspiracy she couldn’t even physically chase. Tears slid down her face. Not dramatic. Not loud. Just exhausted grief. Her monitor read 96. Even crying was dangerous. At 2 a.m., Maya stared at her phone. Julian’s offer glowed on the screen. $200M. Patent war ends. Alex rests. She opened a new message.