Fizz X Ozzie Novels & Stories

Smoke curled from his lips as he watched Reyes’ car pull up and idle for a moment before the engine cut off. Reyes stepped out, coat tugged against the wind, and walked toward him. “You showed,” Red said, flicking ash off his cigarette. “You talk,” Reyes replied simply. Red took another drag, then nodded slightly. “Ozzy was drunk last night. Slurring his guts out.” Reyes stopped a few feet away. “About?” “Girls,” Red said flatly. “On a farm. Said everyone treats him like shit—Luis, Milo, even Riko. Complained that Luis won’t touch a girl if Ozzy got to her first. Like they’re dirty or something.”

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.

Tapping the side of her cheek with her forefinger, she quickly added, “oh, and margarita pizza. She doesn’t like tomatoes on burgers but she loves it on pizza.” Frazier gave her a solid nod and took out his phone. I eyed him suspiciously. “What are you doing?” “Writing those down, just in case,” answered him as he started to type on his phone. Jess peered over his shoulder to see what he was typing then winked at me. “Oh, Autumn, I like this guy.” I rolled my eyes at her. To Frazier, she pointed to his screen and asked, “Is that her nickname?”

The face of Salmond was priceless; he looked to be filled with pleasure and I would not blame him one bit; this is Candie Foxx afterall. She moved then to Zeus. He had this satisfactory grin on his face as Candie rocked him hard. I watched as Zeus pulled out a dollar note and placed it on her panties. Next up was Alex; he was literally shaking with joy. Candie Foxx rocked hard against Alex and the poor dude had a pre-cum. I could see the disappointment on his face as we laughed at him "I swear this ain't funny bro". I prepared myself for Candie Foxx but I noticed she moved away, causing me to stare at her in disbelief

Thomas Zuo did not care and casually replied, "The Ovis family, what's going on?" "Nothing, just ask." Robert Ovis pretended to be calm. "Uncle Zuo, did you have fun at the party? Did anything interesting happen?" Cupid Ovis picked up the phone and asked as if he was curious. Seeing that they were asking about the banquet, Thomas Zuo thought they were just interested and said indifferently, "Nothing special. It's a banquet, but it's also related to work." "Oh." Cupid Ovis immediately lost interest and threw the phone to Robert Ovis.

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.

He used his shoulder to nudge Tomas aside. "Maybe it's that god-awful cologne you're wearing. Smells like the inside of a bawdy house," Tomas hissed. "And don't you ever shove me like that again, or I will bite you in the face." "At least my breath doesn't smell like a zombie's asshole," Ozzy retorted. "And keep those nasty yellow fangs away from me."