Flippy And Flaky Novels & Stories

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.

A young man in a sharp suit and glasses strode confidently toward the podium. "I'm Andrew Simpson, an attorney from Summit Law Firm. Dr. Westcott has hired me to represent him in this case. I have conclusive evidence proving that my client didn't perform medical procedures while intoxicated. We will also be filing criminal charges against Malcolm Scannell, Gavin Lovatt, and Amelia Lovatt for planting evidence and framing my client." Malcolm, Gavin, and Amelia's faces instantly turned pale. Malcolm jumped to his feet and angrily shouted at Andrew. Andrew ignored him completely.

*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.

•••• •••• •••• •••• They both decided it'll be best to have separate rooms for now, Muhammad had said, "I'll wait for however long it takes for you to get comfortable with me but be warned, once you do, you won't be able to keep your hands off this hunk." They both bursted into laughter, "hunk is a muscular man, see your thin arms, no be only hunk, you that have the face of hulk."

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'm not naturally academically gifted. No matter how hard I push myself—staying up until three in the morning only to drag myself out of bed at six—I can barely keep my grades somewhere in the middle of the class. For most of my school life, no one pays much attention to me. That changes three months before the college entrance exam. One day, my homeroom teacher, Victoria Bennett, calls class president Ethan Sterling and me into her office without warning. She looks at me sternly, asking, "Did you cheat off Ethan during this month's exam?" I shake my head. "No." Victoria turns to Ethan. "What do you have to say?" Ethan quietly chuckles. "I was focused on my own test, so I didn't re

"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.

A document similar to a curriculum vitae was attached to the top of that file. Name- DARKSTAR Zayn Redfield I did not have any idea of what I was seeing. I went through the rest of the pages. These are Zayn's documents. But what does it mean by a DARKSTAR? What is BLACKMATRIX? Why are Zayn's documents here? Why am I here? With thousands of questions my head was about to burst. I had no strength and my legs were weak.So I slowly sat down on the edge of the bed. My head was spinning so badly and I couldn't hold on to my strength anymore...

I said, tapping the parchment lightly, “is standard in Emberfall agreements.” Kael glanced at it, expression relaxed. “Accountability language.” “Yes,” I replied. “Clarity prevents conflict.” The wording was unremarkable at first glance. In the event of violation. Failure to uphold shared standards. Actions that threatened regional stability. The kind of phrases alphas skimmed because they sounded familiar. Kael did skim. “What does enforcement look like,” he asked casually. “Proportional response,” I said. “Mediation first. Correction second.” “And if that fails.”

As one of the country's top high school teachers, I have helped countless students get into the best colleges. But I somehow find myself reborn as a poor kid from the countryside while attending a ceremony honoring my achievements. A mysterious voice echoes in my mind. "If you fail to get into college, you'll die!" How hard can that be? It's just getting into college. That's hardly a challenge for a genius like me. But soon I realize that getting into college isn't really about how smart you are. In the end, it all comes down to people and their motives.