Frankeneweenie Mga Nobela at Kwento

THE CRAZY NEWBIE CHAPTER 6&7 ★(MISS SPITFIRE)★ "Damnit" Kennedy muttered, resting on the car trunk as he increased the volume of his laughter. Francisco leaned on Newton. "She's my heroine" he said and Newton smiled. Ricardo was dumbfounded, like all the words he was supposed to say has been blown out of his head. "You can go play with toys, I'm not your plaything" November said in all feistiness and walked away from him, she got her skateboard and students kept snapping her pictures, making videos as she walked out of the park.

“It’s my favorite subject. I can tutor you if you want.” “You must love studying. I’m guessing you’re from 7-Mercury.” “I am. You?” “7-Uranus.” “How is it over there?” “Sucks. The only thing it’s good at is being the punchline of the cornball joke.” “What cornball joke?” “‘Where’s your class?’” Francine did a mock dialogue. “‘Ur-anus.’”

She grinned mischievously, stood up, and whispered in my ear, "You may be indifferent, but his feelings are clear." Ignoring my awkward expression, Florence boldly called out, "Ambrose, would you mind giving Mabes a ride back to her hotel?" I glanced at Ambrose politely, assuming he would decline. But as our eyes met, he smiled and said, "Sure, leave it to me." "Ambrose, thank you so much!" Florence exclaimed. After he agreed, she leaned into me again and whispered, "Mabes, forget that trashy Ralph. He's not worth it.

Tinted windows. Zephyr waved quick and walked to the door. His hair was messy. His shirt looked borrowed. Too big at the shoulders. He smelled like expensive soap when he hugged Mom. He said staff gave him a ride. Staff. Right. I open a new email and type fast. Subject: Neon Drink Revisions. I attach bright mockups. Yellow. Orange. Neon green. I hit send. Mr. Neon will love it. Or hate it. Hard to tell. My phone buzzes again.

his tone annoyed, brows furrowed Sidney was taken aback, “Needy...” he scoffed, “I'm needy, that I carry too much responsibility. My mates are in college, going to school, making friends, but I'm here, working. Piling paper stake for you and depriving myself of the life I want, only for you. Yet I'm being looked down on, treated like a kid when marked an adult.” his eyes turning teary and voice pitch rising, “It's unfair how you get all the credit and I get none, no nothing, everywhere is Rafael freaking Goldman, damn the company was renamed by you after grandfather's death. I don't even have a car named after me but we have an entire brand named after Wire and you. Nobody knows Sid. Just an

Petey👅 😈: yep, what are you up to ♠️ Frank: trying to relax Petey👅 😈: what's stopping you? ♠️ Frank: ▶ Voice message • 0:10 Petey👅 😈: 😂😂😂 is that Jeff snoring? ♠️ Frank: it's so freaking loud! Petey👅 😈: It's quiet over here ♠️ Frank: what are you saying? Petey👅 😈: I don't have a roommate ♠️ Frank: you have to be a bit clearer than that

He stammered. He exhaled in the silence as a sudden breeze blew past his face- "Hi. I'm Zach. Zach Dempsey" He whispered and it was almost okay for him as he looked at the intense stares- -before there was a yell that sprung from the crowds that almost came as sudden as a shock to Zachary. He was taken aback by the words of one of them- "Fatty Zakky" His words came to Zach as he looked at the now jeering people suddenly amused by the shaming joke, with some of the people, going as far as to holding out a pointing finger.

Charlotte is the chairman of my class and let me tell you, if any boys try to get into her pants, she will make sure that she leaves the guy with a broken nose and a broken dick. Kayden and Jayden are fraternal twins. Despite being twins, they're very different in some ways; especially when it comes to the type of girls they like. Kayden likes girls who would only be willing for one-night stands but Jayden like girls who can commit to a relationship. But both brothers communicate well with each other, so I guess it is really the twin's thing?

A shadow fell over us and I looked up to see the round, jolly face of the man Kizwat had blamed for the drunken stupor that had cost him his arm. “Greetings, friends,” he boomed. “You look new to the city. Allow me to introduce myself. Corporal Ween. Folks around here call me Crunchy, but that’s a story for another time — it involves an accident with my underpants when I were a boy, ‘nuff said. Tell me, have you considered joining up with the brave men of the Dargot Armed Forces and protecting this great city from the tyranny of monsterdom?” “Yes,” I said. “We have. Thanks for stopping by.”