Fizz X Ozzie Novels & Stories

I had to muster my inner patience once again and waited for so long, not realizing that I’ve already fallen asleep. It was already three a.m. when my hunger took the initiative to wake me up from my slumber. I smelled like the streets, and instead of eating the already cold take-out that I bought earlier, my hands went straight to my phone. It was already fully charged, and I was trembling in exhilaration. I fished the napkin from my pocket and quickly logged in on my F******k account. I searched the name that Ozzy wrote on the napkin, and five different people came up. I had to stalk each one of them before I found Ozzy’s account. I didn’t even tap on the add friend button. My finger was sn

However, Betty's presence made him reluctant to get out of the water. "What's with all the screaming? Everyone in Solana City knows you're the most promiscuous, Ms. Betty. No need to act innocent and pure in front of me," Zoe remarked casually, retrieving a cigarette from her box and placing it between her lips. She lit it, taking a deep drag. Despite her anger, Betty couldn't help but admire Zoe. Back in their school days, Freddy had been Zoe's loyal follower. Betty couldn't believe he was still fixated on her even after nearly a decade had passed.

At that moment, hurried footsteps approached them from the side. Dr. Frost arrived, his white coat fluttering slightly as he stopped in front of the group. His gaze landed first on Oscar. "Mr. Wesley, just in time," he said, relief evident clearly in his tone. Then he turned toward Zoe. "Let me introduce you to Ms. Fox—" "No introductions needed," Zoe cut in rudely, lifting her chin and folding her arms across her chest again defiantly. "We know each other."

Dove gasped in surprise. She did not believe that Clara would find Marble here. Clara continued to stare at the boy beside the table. She wished to know all the information about this person. She must get her Marble back. Suddenly, Clara turned to continue eating hotpot, not daring to look at the table anymore. She did not expect that the person sitting with that guy was Chris - her ex-boyfriend from high school.

Oscar chuckled, patting the empty seat beside him. "That's because I am," I responded flatly. Oscar's hand pointed towards a corner. I followed his finger and saw Ziah laughing with a girl. There wasn’t a chance in hell that I'd let him win Vespa. He was a chronic flirt who could distract any female species to himself. "So, how was it?" Oscar asked, resting an arm on my shoulder. I ignored him, my gaze on the TV, where a cheesy rom-com movie was playing. "Come on Kai, tell me! How was it?" Oscar insisted as his eyes roamed across my face. I muttered later and when Lizzy was done ogling me without any response, she excused herself.

Chris asks looking up from his phone. “Pretty good, I can shift and keep my clothes intact now so I am happy. How did your fighting go?” I ask enthusiastically. “I am exhausted they paired me with Ozzy, he beat the shit out of me.” He laughs. Ozzy just snorts from his table and that makes me laugh too.

I was eager to experience that kind of love from him. His body straightens and he has a deep frown. I look at him with confusion, but he doesn’t say anything. I ask in a soft voice, “Ozzy, what’s going on?” He doesn’t answer, he doesn’t even look at me. I notice the gas first, I’ve smelled this scent so many times before when they were trying to make it. Osborn has elf in his blood, he’ll knock out first, but it causes wolves to pass out as well.

He heard: “Let me tell you about that, too, kid. I saw Ozzy Osbourne twice, once with Sabbath and once without them. This was back in his supposed ‘heyday’, don’t forget. Both times somebody invited me along, so I got to go for free basically. And both times I still demanded my money back. A fucking cadaver would’ve put on a better show.” The young man scoffed at this. “Pretty bold coming from a guy with a naked, dickless angel on his T-shirt.” Richard adjusted the passenger door mirror to get a gander at what was behind him. Sure enough, Thomas Truitt had on a ragged old Zeppelin Swan Song shirt to go with his dirty jeans. His shaggy blond hair was still shoulder length, but Rich noted plen

“Welcome to the club!” I furrow my brows. “I’m not married yet, pussy-whipped!” “I know, and that’s our club!” he guffaws. “What?” He laughs again, and I can’t help but join him. “Welcome to the pussy-whipped club, asshole!” I shake my head. “You’re insane!” “You too, brother!” “We better get out.” “What took the both of you so long?” Izzy asks. “Honey, Phoenix got constipation.” I grimace and I’m about to say something when Mom interrupts.

Then they stepped out of the car as they looks around. "Come on Dizzy, there is nobody here, why did you bring us here?" Sarz said to Dizzy. "Um..." Dizzy said as he walks around and looks around a little bit. "You are right... But what do you smell?" Dizzy asked Sarz. While Sarz keeps silent and twitches his nose for some seconds. "Absolutely fish!" Sarz said. "No... Not fish, this one smells like..." Dizzy said as he keeps silent and smells it again.