Fat Emo Novels & Stories

Chapter 5 The fight is against Shade Marcus the Narrsissist Vampire King. Sam stands tall, his chiseled physique a testament to his unwavering dedication to fitness. His bulging biceps and broad shoulders exude raw power, honed from years of military battles. His shoulder-length black hair often falls messily onto his broad shoulders, and his piercing grey/blue eyes seem to bore into those he meets. His tattoos, a striking blend of Mayan tribal and Anunnaki designs, whisper tales of his rebellious past and his defiance against the darkness. As an elder vampire and a skilled fighter, Sam's tech expertise and ancient knowledge make him a formidable force in the world. His raw, masculine appeal

he stuttered, looking away, avoiding a direct eye contact with me. Does he mean that I am letting my previous client to touch me whenever and whenever they want? F-ck him! "F-ck you!" I stormed out of the music room. I needed to let off some steam. What kind of mindset does he have? What he did earlier was utterly disgusting. It'll probably linger in my mind. Fuck it!

It is finally here. The day I get killed. “Just take deep breaths, I promise to be with you throughout” Emily, my wolf said. “Thanks Em, I really needed that” I said. “How are you feeling?”Val ask as she and Amy walk in. “Feel like am about to shit myself” I said and they both laugh. “Everything is going to be alright” She said while giving me a smile. I hope so.

Liam said in a low tone full of sadness. "Sure" Park leaves sadly and Liam slowly turn around with his weak eyes. "I hope she will understand my intentions and actions later" Liam muttered sadly to himself the music transits into playing "Smokin and cryin by Alex Roe" on the background as Amber drinks beer in the street skewer shop, she gulp the beer hungrily as tears rolled down her cheek. "Argh!!" Amber screamed in pain and continued drinking in silence as she takes two different liquors gulping them almost at the same time, the tears didn't stop rolling from her eyes and the street skewer seller shook his head sadly in disbelieve.

Katleya said. “Wait, Kat? Isn’t Amber your boyfriend? How can you still love Blue?” Ezmeralda asked. Purple raised a brow. “True. I didn’t think of that. My summa cum laude brain wasted on a cheap theory like this. I’m useless. I guess I need a better cemetery.” Everyone laughed at Purple’s commentary. Once they settled down, Katleya explained everything about her and Amber. Her parents understood, but they also felt sorry for Amber because they saw how much he loved her.

I taunt him and he throws me a glare, which causes me to laugh before I turn back to my fries. "Take that as payback for these fries. " I say and Emerson sinks back into his seat, his eyes clouded with a new emotion as he says, "I tend to repay you with something else, Eva. " I'm yet to understand why and how he effortlessly sounds so fùcking sexy when he speaks that way. "Stop. " I groan out in frustration and Emerson throws me an innocent look, "I'm not doing anything. " "You are, and it's working, so stop. "

V I cried on the way home. I couldn't even drive properly. At one point I had to park the car and lean my head on the steering wheel, sobbing quietly for a while. I didn't know why I was sad. I didn't even understand why I was crying. I just knew I was very sad, maybe heartbroken. Eventually, the sobs stopped and when I checked my eyes, it was red. It took me a while to get my emotions under control, and that's when I drove home. When I got home, I was completely exhausted. I cleaned my tears and tried all evidence that I had been crying before walking into the house. My mom saw me and she came to welcome me. I responded to all of her greetings with a nod or a shake of my head as I was in no

“I can feel it when a woman watches me as I walk away. Trust me, you ain’t ever checked out my ass.” “Walk away then, Colt, and maybe I’ll surprise you,” Emerson said. Colt grinned, stuck his fingers through the loops of his jeans, and strutted away from them. Emerson stared hard at his ass, and Colt laughed. “I felt that, Emma!” She laughed, and turned to look at Eden. “There’s something really wrong with your brother.” “We call it the Colt Syndrome,” Eden said. “Come on, my office is warmer.” Emerson followed Eden back to her office, and switched the kettle on. She prepared two cups, and sat down in her chair. Emerson looked around, and fixed her gaze on Eden.

I ask calmly. “Oh, that. Well, yes, Elexis is right. It is a slur these days. I shouldn’t have said it. The more politically correct term is energy empath,” she places her hands on the table as she explains, tapping her fingers lightly, “Traditionally, an empath absorbs emotions of people around them. A lot of empaths don’t realize it’s even happening. They have to learn to control the absorption, otherwise they become overwhelmed, angry, or even depressed trying to manage emotions that are not even theirs.”

bs and my mood turns cold. I try my hardest to turn my emotions off, after all its just sex. Why should this bother me, it won’t be the first time I’ve done it without it being my choice. I open my eyes and coldly stare at Mark. I walk toward him with my face emotionally blank. I stop inches away from where he sits with his eyes glued to me. Reaching behind my back, I pulled the string that is holding my shirt up. As my blood red top falls to the floor, I kept my eyes on Mark. I watch as he stares at my bare breasts and felt a little more in control of the situation when his mouth dropped open. I move toward him and placed my legs on each side of his legs in a straddled position never takin