Fall Pfp Novels & Stories

“Thank you” He nodded again, looking at my face with concern. "Elara," he called me, "you don't have to pretend around me." My breath stopped for a second. "Pretend what?" "That you're okay." I bowed my head and started twisting my fingers in the blanket. “I don’t want to cry anymore.” “You are allowed to cry. You have been strong for too long.” His words really comforted me. I swallowed hard, my voice barely more than a whisper. “What if I fall apart completely.”

�𝑡𝑙𝑒 𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑝𝑒𝑎 𝑚𝑎𝑛ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑙𝑑 𝑒𝑎𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑒𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛 30 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑠, 𝑂ℎ 𝑤ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑎 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑓𝑓. . People started to laugh and I didn't have the time to react from Carvie's sudden punch,with his continues punch

He said trying to make her drop her plan But she just would not budge, “Relax, bro. It is just a pretend relationship. It is not real, but you can only dump her during the holidays when you will see Stacy. You are going to America during the holidays to propose to Stacy so you won’t lose.” She assured him

said Professor Alex pleasantly. “I will announce something important to all of us. But first I will explain our current situation. You must know that the world is getting out of control. Last night, I chatted with a board member from the Hope organization. They think that if the world will collapse soon and within two months, seventy percent of the human population will become terrible creatures due to the 'S' virus,” said Professor Alex in a serious tone. All members of the Jaguar team listened carefully to Professor Alex's words.

I exploded “surely there is a way for us to find out who's phone it is.” “I tried, but it's a pre paid phone, so there is no way to find out who's doing it, but I thought I should let you know.” I turned my head away from him and started at the pond in front of me. Nathan leaned over and tilted my head to fave him wiping my tears away, he said. “Please don't let this upset you. I promise I will find out who's doing this. Don't let it spoil things for us.” I nodded as I snuggled into Nathan, and we started picking at the delicious food. After about half an hour, I felt lightheaded, and then without warning, I started throwing up.

The aspirin was useless. Not because it didn't function anymore, but because Vanessa found that she didn't need it after all. Her migraines died out after her talk with Jake and they did not return. When she woke in the morning, she grabbed her phone to see if Jake had texted her, while half-praying he hadn't texted her. But there was no message from an unknown number. She frowned, a little disappointed, and she did not understand why she felt disappointed. She sighed, dropped her phone and rolled out of bed.

But still nothing She stood there for a moment longer, arms wrapped tightly around the flower and herself , as if holding herself together while the silence stretched. It wasn’t long before her shoulders began to sink, and her gaze dropped to the ground, the weight of disappointment settling quietly in her chest. Maybe he wasn’t here after all. The hope that had flared so brightly moments ago now flickered low, like the last glow of a dying ember. But then, just as she took a breath to steady herself, a soft rustling broke the stillness.

Inside was a faded photo of Natalie, age five, grinning with a missing tooth. She held it out. Natalie didn’t take it. But she looked at it. Really looked. Then she walked back into the shelter, not saying another word. Meekey stood alone in the alley, hands shaking, the cold air slicing through her. She didn’t know what would happen next. But for the first time in fourteen years, it didn’t feel like the end. It felt like a beginning.

Terrifyingly, comfortingly normal. I checked my schedule: first period, AP English Lit, room 114. I had barely made it six steps when someone fell into stride beside me. "You look like you're navigating a minefield." Finn. Of course. He was wearing a grey Eagles hoodie with the sleeves pushed up, backpack slung over one shoulder, that warm lopsided grin already deployed at full power. He looked—annoyingly, unfairly—like the kind of person who had never once been nervous about a first day of anything.

“Don’t tell me she pushed you into the fountain. This isn’t a TV drama, Seraphina. Why the hell would she do that?” Right. Why would she? And why would I? It’s not like pushing her would’ve magically made you love me, Kael. I turned my face away, laying back on the hospital pillow. “Alright,” I said, quiet and flat. “If that’s what you believe… you can leave now. I need rest.” Kael was silent for a few seconds, then, “You’ve disappointed me more than I thought possible.” He slammed the door shut, hard. …