Fijd Novelas e Histórias

"So when will I meet your boyfriend?” “When are you going here to the Philippines?” I answered with a question, He put his hand on his chin as he was thinking. “I think I’ll go back there for our reunion.” I frowned. “Reunion?” “You didn’t know? Try to read the updates in our F******k group.” He said. That made me think. “I’m not sure. I wasn’t able to check my F******k account due to my work.” "Well, I think after we talk you can open it. And if I'm not mistaken they made an invitation on F******k. Almost everyone will come so I informed my manager and CEO for the said reunion for them to adjust my schedule here." He gave a long explanation.

Although I still see him, King Alword in my dreams haunting me. Am 18. Neither tall nor short, have long black hair, blue ocean eyes, pink lips and possess a super power. I have the ability to heal anything. Cool right??. I checked the time on my phone screen and sigh, i don't wish to be late. I tossed away the blanket from my body and stood up, I head towards my bathroom and had a nice bath. The warm running did a really good job on my skin. After bathing, I cleaned myself with my towel and applied body lotion. I got dressed in my favorite blue bib jumpsuit and white sneakers, I packed up my hair in a high ponytail before I glanced back at the mirror. Yeah am ready.

“You know, you were sick and everything...” Seema rolled her eyes and ran a hand down her face. “Listen, I’m S-I-K-H, okay? You’re Jewish, Zehra’s a Muslim and I’m Sikh. Get it?” “Oh.” Ivanka looked dumbstruck. “Sorry...” “It’s fine, I get it all the time. Anyways, gotta run see you around!” Seema said and ran off. Zehra’s phone pinged and she rolled her eyes when she saw that it was an email. Who the hell used email these days? But her mood quickly changed when she saw that it was from Alphastar1.

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Gesturing to his body "This here is the full package and I don't intend to misuse it alright?" He laughed and Jason joined they put on the radio and nodded to the trendy hit "Gock am" by the upcoming artist Crayon when suddenly. The car tire screeched its bonnet crashing into a hard surface with a loud bang. Jason stepped on the brake fearfully. The smell of petrol and coal tar filled their nostrils they looked at each other in silence with the effect of the alcohol washing off immediately.

I really don't know what's funny. Jade's shorter than me. Latin American, olive skin, big green eyes and she's kinda pretty. She dresses in tight clothing sometimes and I'm always tempted to take her to a corner and tell her her choice of clothing is too tight. I don't know why she dresses like that though, it's like she has this massive crush on Leo with the way she throws her arms around him when they stop to talk. And she always giggles a lot.

Will started filling a plate he had 'found' with several pieces of dried meat and some mushrooms, while listening to the noise of people moving around above hi "Get off me Foster!" Sister Lina panicked scream echoed throughout the church. Will dropped his plate and rushed towards his trapdoor. "You're hurting me! This isn't appropri… AH!" Sister Lina screamed again. Will got out of the kitchen just in time to see a scruffy looking ȧduŀt tearing off Sister Lina's head shawl revealing a fiery red hair. It wasn't religious clothing, but it was apparently common to show modesty in public for unmarried women

Eli reached across the table and took my hand. "That's already wrong," he said. "Because I've already seen the real Adrian. He's the one who fights when something matters. He's the one who eventually admits when he's wrong. He's the one who's willing to risk comfort to do something right. That Adrian is worth knowing." "You might change your mind," I said.

With everything in me, I focused my mind on them and tugged at the polished red strand dangling in my brain. My entire body surged with warmth and a bolt of fire shot from the palm of my hand. His eyes widened as he watched the fireball scortch the dummy it hit and he looked back at me. "So you have the fire element too." It wasn't a question, but a statement instead. He seemed to be in deep thought with himself before I spoke up. "No, that was water. Do you need your head checked?" I jokingly said and he shook his head. “You make it look simple.” He snatched a bottle of water and took a few mouthfuls, staring at me like I had just torn his pride to pieces.

Elijah laughs from behind as he pours hot coffee for him and Eira. Suddenly a loud crashing sound was heard from behind making Eira and Luke jump violently. "Cheese and crackers what was that!" Eira cried as she turned around to see Elijah holding just the handle of the jug from which he was pouring coffee in the mugs while the other part of the jug lay on the floor shattered, a dark brown colored stain coloring the floor. Poor Elijah stood there shocked his eyes wide as saucers, his eyes looking downwards, towards his hand probably wondering what he ever did to deserve this.