Fnf: Everywhere At The End Of Funk Mga Nobela at Kwento

He motioned his head toward the shallow end, where Tyson was watching the two of them and laughing. She nodded. It was time to get the little one. “SHARK ATTACK!” Dylan yelled as they both rushed the shallow end. Tyson’s eyes went big, and he scrambled to get away, but the two adults had him cornered. Bonnie got him first. “Om nom nom,” she growled, coming up and tickling his ribs with her fingers. Tyson shrieked with laughter, trying to wiggle away as Bonnie pretended to eat him up. He splashed and kicked until he freed himself, but Dylan was ready for him.

It commented and a tab appears on the mind space. Mind space is the place where I first came here, a white endless room with only this black and ball-shaped system, and my presence exists. "Selected item: Selene's information. Total points: 500 Continue to redeem? Yes or No?" I take a deep breath before choosing the word yes. The points are meant to use anyway. Pity me, assuring and comforting myself. I didn't have to wait any longer as my mind was filled with a lot of information from the system.

naz_mzf91 The End…

Just fight on. ~The end~

Please💝. THE END.

I had already lost any attachment to this miserable world. Winter in Northridge was just too cold. The wind cut like knives. I didn't want to die somewhere that cold, with chill seeping into my bones. I begged Diana, "Pick a pretty grave for me. Somewhere sunny. Somewhere flowers bloom in spring." Diana covered her mouth, tears streaming down, and nodded through her sobs. In the days ticking down, I helped out at the orphanage however I could. I would mend the kids' clothes or sit in the sun, telling them stories.

Hugh had taken a bullet to the heart, and all his lies had finally caught up with him. It all seemed like it was meant to be. This was where it ended. No matter what came next, no matter who came for me, I was still Tasmin Sheargold. [The End.]

Suzanna Jones made no effort to lower her voice. Her sweet, breathy moans slipped through the door. Every eye around me turned in my direction. Some people looked sympathetic. Others seemed entertained. I clenched my fists until my nails dug into my palms as I fought to hold back the humiliation and anger rising inside me. Three hours later, Suzanna finally walked out, covered in sweat. Her cheeks were flushed with satisfaction, and dark red marks covered the soft skin above her chest.