Flippy And Flaky Novels & Stories

By Dumping, getting dumped, Crying, Birthing, Slapping, Killing. And once in a blue moon getting killed.

The two were holding each other’s hands with a grin on their mouth. “Congratulations! You will give birth to a boy as cute as you.” He said while fixing his eyes into Stella. Matt frowned as he stood from his seat up. “Are you flirting with my girl in front of me?” He clinched his fist. “Sorry sir I didn’t mean it that way.” He apologized. “Explain why you said that.” He ordered. No wonder why he was known to be easily irritated, especially when it concerned the people he loved and cared about.

But just as I was about to head to the operating room, the comments appeared again. "After the male lead finishes the surgery, an empty liquor bottle with his fingerprints will magically appear in his desk drawer. That will frame him for operating while drunk and cause a medical malpractice scandal!" "He'll be sentenced to 15 years in prison. After he's finally released, his wife will run him over with her car and kill him!" I froze for a second before walking back to my desk. When I pulled open the drawer, it was completely empty. But the nonstop comments were impossible to ignore. I immediately turned on the office security cameras through my computer and made sure they covered every angle

*Amy blushing* I....I....I...UM...Sorry for what I just did now. ( Riley) for kissing me? um...yeah...Amy said shly while staring at the flood. Riley leaned closer to her ears and said " your lips are delicious I want to kiss you again." Now Amy's face is flushed with embarrassment, and she ran towards his car. He laughed while he exited the school building, and towards his car. Hey, Amy was that your face kiss? Am I your first kiss? while they both entered the car.

DOMINIC DIREKEN Spineless. Weak. Submissive. Those three words best described the man in front of me, keeping up a brave font even though I could see his knees bucking every now and then. There were actually quite a lot more words that I would describe him with. Words like... tempting and... Scrap that. Those three words described him best. Maybe adding 'lowly' to the words would make it a better fit for him. The flushed look on his face when I had pulled my towel off had been quite amusing.

She flinched and looked at him questioningly. "Are you even listening to me?" He asked trying to hide the irritation from his voice. Amirah shrugged. "Can you just tell me what is it you want?" He asked exasperated with her attitude. "How about I tell you what I don't want. I don't want you sitting here, apologizing and acting all goody two shoes with me, I know what you've been up to so don't play dumb with me, what I want is honesty, not a green snake under a green grass attitude. How about you stop acting all innocent and leave me the hell alone Muhammad?"

Her hips quiver and I thrust in a second finger. She breaks from the kiss, meeting my eyes, breaths ragged. I'd found her sweet spot and rapidly move my fingers over it and she moans. She was becoming slippery and I rip my fingers out of her, causing her to scream a moan and rest her forehead on my shoulder.

"I was- brushing my teeth in the bathroom on level three. The next thing I remember is just a few minutes ago when I kind of woke up here." Dr. Grey nodded. "Alright Tom, I'd like to try something with you. Would you mind looking at this coin please?" Tom dropped his hands into his lap and looked over at the coin. Dr. Grey rolled the coin to the top of his hand and flipped it over each knuckle of his fingers, back and forth. Slowly it sped up, flipping over and over. "Tom, are you relaxed?" Dr. Grey asked. "Yes," Tom said in an empty voice.

The more I think the more I got confused. “Amy? Is something troubling you?” I was in a deep thought that I didn’t even notice Phoebe coming to the library. “Nope...Nothing.Where is Stacey?” “ She is in her morning Zumba sessions and the boys are in the gym. You are the only one sitting here lazily” “Why only me? What about you?” “How dare you call yourself my friend without knowing that I’m a yoga person?” with all these things in my mind, I forgot about Phoebe's early morning yoga sessions.