Fnf 2.0 Novels & Stories

The words read ‘GlasWare technologies. “GlassWare has a new system they have been working on for two years. A new system for agricultural machinery and James Johnson is planning to cooperate with them by helping them with enough funds for them to properly launch their products. I’m still yet to understand his reason for his interest in such a small company but I think he’s planning to expand it.” Andrew stared at his boss as he listened. Then Wesley turned and walked towards his desk. “What’s the plan?” Andrew could not help but ask.

I shut my eyes closed and hope for the next couple of lyrics to end quickly. "A lot more of Eela in our lives, a little bit of J-Dawg by our sides, a little bit of FeeBee is all we need, a little less of White Boy's what we wanna see, a little bit of Blubber burning in the sun, a little bit of BoyBand crying all night long, a little bit of Simo, where are you, a little bit of them makes us so cool!"

We finally changed into our uniforms: black high-waisted micro shorts and crop tops with the nightclub logo on them. Wini pulls her wavy black hair up into a high ponytail and secures the last loose strands with an impressive amount of hairspray. We're about the same height, but her build is much thinner than mine. "Do you have any make-up with you?" she asks. I shrug: "No. I confess I'm not the kind of girl who likes..." Wini puts a hand on my shoulder and smirks: "No problem. I'll take care of you, sister."

I whispered to myself and was about to put the cell phone back on the table when it rang. I looked at that and my eyes widened at what I read. SMARTload */* *: *: P1000.00 Regular Load successfully loaded to 639*807*166*from 639*17*05 ** 2 valid for 1 year. Ref: 7H*2BL8*30 Even though I still can’t recover from the shock there is a message popping up again in my notification. Xenoah More excuses baby? I closed my eyes tightly and was shaken.

I walked into my office to see Kayla and my assistant, Nina passed out on the couch, they both looked so peaceful, I wasn't going to wake them up. Nina is a great assistant and I know she was going to feel very guilty when she woke up, but I let her sleep anyways. I got to work immediately, sorting fabrics and matching them. We were making huge plans to launch a new bikini line, and with the way preparations were underway, I was absolutely positive that we were going to take the world by storm. I made a mental note to have Nina tell me about the space we were renting for the big launch. My phone pinged, snapping me out of my concentration.

"It seems tedious now, but we'll get a good base camp here and then expand out and build up. You can make spectacular buildings with the simple design. You should see what the boys and I have done on our server." An hour of cave diving later, I've nagged Finn enough he's agreed to show me the other server he plays on. I watch as he logs on through his account rather than my new one this time. "RavenLord72? Your user name is a play on the name of the company you work for? It's not very original, you know?" "Kind of." He ignores me, lost in his controller, and presses the "start game" button. "Why 72? How old are you?" There is no way I've misjudged Finn's age so much. He can't possibly be for

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He wore red running shorts with a white stripe so short his thighs could blind someone, a cropped muscle tank that said Alpha of All Things Fabulous, and a rainbow-striped fanny pack strapped diagonally across his chest like he was going into combat with glitter and sass. To top it all off? Tube socks and Velcro sandals. Cheyenne sat up so fast she nearly dislocated something. “WHAT in the fresh hell are you wearing?!” Gunner growled under his breath, glaring at the portal behind him. “You look like you lost a bet and your dignity,” Cheyenne cackled, doubling over. Ben followed, wearing bright neon green short shorts, a salmon pink tank top that said #DadBodInProgress, and a neon orange fann

There’s only a message request, and when I click on it, I see it’s a restricted account. Mateo Russo wants to send you a message. Hey Kieran, I know you probably don’t want to hear from me but could I call you? If not that’s okay. My mum called me and told me what you did. My heart pangs at the formal message and the use of my actual name. Deciding I have nothing more to lose at this point, I click accept and reply. OK. My phone starts ringing a moment later, lighting up with the goofy photo I took of him in Freshman year. He had a babyface then, and the weird pig-nose face he’s pulling makes me smile to myself. I haven’t seen it in ages.

As I scroll through the messages, a new text pops up. It's from Alix. 7.05: Sorry I lost my cool yesterday. Want to reschedule band practice? Micah can meet 2nite or 2moro. Let me know when is good for you. With all the drama going on with Fable, it's like I almost forgot that I have my own band to worry about. Micah and Alix and I haven't played in front of a proper audience as Wild Blue Yonder yet, but we've been practicing for months.