Novel & Cerita Fat Emo

“What the f*ck is wrong with you?” “I am sorry, Miss,” Emily apologized sincerely. “If it is okay with you, I can lend you my other shirt? Or should I buy you a new one?” She rolled her eyes and pointed Emily’s shirt with printed words “I love EXO.” And then she asked, “And you expect me to wear that sh*t?” What? Sh*t? Did she just call Emily’s favorite Kpop’s merchandise a sh*t? Like magma in a volcano, Emily’s patience reached its peak.

Emilio POV. The name is Emilio Black, captain of the football team, staright A student, eighteen year old, your friendly next door daddy dom. Everyone in my family went to this school, we are The Finest, if you want a future you'll kill to be here.

She saw Jerry's post and gritted her teeth, throwing away her chips she decided to fight this bastard/bitch to the end of it! @blog@ "If am a fatty then what are you?!" by a lovely Emma. "If you're a fatty, I'll be a guy/ gal who would definitely NEVER date you," by a normaling. "WHO NEEDS YOUR ASS?!" by a lovely Emma. "I bet a lot of people but none of 'em will ever ask for yours, trust me," by a normaling. "HA! A person has to be BLIND to ask YOU out!" by a lovely Emma.

All my casual wears and shoes are also black. I love black. It makes me feel like a devil. I love being a devil. I got clad in a black hoodie,black jeans and black sneakers. I walked out of my bedroom. I stay alone in my mansion. The cook,cleaning lady and the butler stay in the house beside my mansion. They only have to perform their duty and leave me the fuck alone. They have to keep their distance from me because I can't get touched.... Funnily enough, I can touch someone but if I have any body's hands on me,it would lead to a panick attack.

An elastic and crisp sound rang out in the room. Before I could react, I felt a burning pain behind me, startling me and making me jump on the spot in shame and anger. This strong emotion made me forget my shyness and also dispersed my thirst. I kept struggling against him by punching and kicking him. As he was busy defending himself against my hands, he didn't pay attention to my legs. During my fit, I kicked him in the vitals. He howled and subconsciously loosened his grip on me, and I took the opportunity to put on my underwear in a hurry.

"Em..." *********************************************

💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰💰 And I'm not sure you can celebrate that, Em😂😂😂🤣🤣🤣. I love all Emerald's foolishness. LMAO. I hope all of you are entertained 💋💋💋.

Helen, her friend, a beautiful lady with blonde hair framing her face, inquired, concern etched on her features. "I don't know, I feel like I'm going crazy. I can't even tell him how I feel, no!" she exclaimed, her frustration bubbling over. She slammed her hand on the cocktail table, making the glasses jump. The music pulsed around them, loud and insistent, making conversation a struggle.

High-level emotions, burning on fire emotions. "Sorry, Wrong Number."

“Well, I think I’m starting to get over him, and not because he started dating this pretty bitch from New York, but for what I think, and hope, are good reasons.” “Oh I’m living for this. Not going to lie, there are some times when you come into work and I literally think ‘she’s going to end up crying into someone’s coffee’. Speaking of, I’m gonna make an iced-coffee, do you want some? Don’t answer that. You definitely need some.” “I don’t understand how you’re so energetic like 24/7. I’m barely awake and I had to zip through the streets on a loud freaking motorcycle.” “That’s cause I’m fueled by my hatred of bigots and self, I’m kidding. The truth is I think I’m constantly bursting with ene