Freaky Or Innocent Quiz Novels & Stories

When I was eighteen, my brothers, the bosses of our mafia family, brought home an adopted sister. And so, naive as I was, I became the biggest nuisance in the family. When Vivian's dress was torn, they blamed me. When Vivian was frightened by the gang violence, they still blamed me. Later, our turf was attacked, and Vivian was kidnapped by our rivals. My brothers, who used to adore me, looked at me with desperate, tearful eyes and broke down. "Piper, we are begging you. Please take Vivian's place, okay?" I quietly looked up at them and softly said, "Okay." So, on that stormy night, I walked alone into the enemy camp and took the place of their beloved princess. As for me, I was thro

Fawn’s POV Of course it was psych time. We’d done the poking, the tapping, the lights-in-the-eyes; now they needed to make sure I wasn’t going to flip a table or start speaking in tongues. Fair, I guess. But who could blame me for being a little freaked out? I was a body snatcher.

Frey began "Nyos, the words you said were a bit offensive." "Really? Ehh…” Touching her chin, Nyos thought of a better answer, after thinking, he replied “In that case… Could it be the smell of necromancy? ” "Hmm..." Frey nodded "... Yes ... That's more likely." "Ah... whatever" Ingrid shrugged as she approached Zark "the words of a peanut brain and a muscle head are irrelevant" "Eh ... Nyos, why didn't you say you had peanuts?" At Frey's stupid question, Nyos raised his voice slightly "I have no silly peanuts!"

she began, “or is this your way of trying to win me over?” “I’d love to win you over, sure. But I don’t think this is the right way to do it, and that’s not why we’re here,” I said with a smile. Freya was one of the last people I would expect to be excited about going out with a celebrity. She probably thinks this is a chore instead of a bonus. She and Jester were cut from the same cloth—all they seemed capable of being excited about was cutting down Anomalies or hunting terrorists.

he sound serious "What?Freya? Yes i know my name is freya. But tell me about you. But what is this huh? You are cheating me now. You only said that if i will bring good marks in the exam you will forgive me. But you are changing it now thats not fair" "Then what is the fair?Chating with the person with fake identity" "Joseph please" "Sir! Call me sir. I am not your boyfriend" "Then be my boyfriend" she winked

he smirked. “Oh no. I'm gonna sleep--” “Listen to me” he demanded. “At once. I don’t like it when you don’t” “Oh, so you’re gonna control me now?” “Any problems?” I looked down and nodded my head in denial. I don’t even have the right to tell him that this is just not fair. Life is so unfair sometimes that I start to believe that God isn’t real. I mean, how can the good ones have such a bad fate sometimes and how can the bad ones always stay happy? Is this Karma? I don’t think so.

He panicked and quickly looked at all the bodies lying on the ground as if he could hide all of them from Devon and his friends. Realizing it would be impossible, he whirled around to greet Devon and his friends with a sheepish grin. "Hello, Baby. You went to the mall, too?" He scratched his head awkwardly, attempting to act normally. "You had some fun?" Devon teased, looking at the bodies on the ground. "Well, they are all untrained. It was an easy win" Bienley rubbed his nape, looking uneasy with a guilty grin. Devon did not dare contradict him despite knowing that the group they have encountered has an exceptional fighting skills.

I beamed with pride. After that game, we played something called Confession. It was basically like Truth or Dare without the dare. Each woman got to ask all the others one question, and we all had to answer honestly. Some women asked about first kisses, secret crushes—that sort of thing. But Fiora, true to form, blurted out, “Out of all the wolves you’ve slept with, which one had the biggest cock?”

“I’ll say it again. Do you know what kind of people were in that auction?” “Billionaires,” I say, but in my head, I’m thinking criminals. “Correct,” he nods. “But not quite. They’re men into some seriously freaky stuff.” “Freaky as in freaky,” I raise my eyebrows, “Or freaky as in… freaky?” I drop my voice, wiggling my brows until he finally gives me another smile. “Both,” he says, one eyebrow lifting. “Funny enough, when you have that much money, you get to be as freaky as you want.”

"Of course I didn't eat them. Once I caught them, I gave them to the guard when I passed back my food tray. You should have heard the one squeal like a pig." Her lips twitched. "Let me guess, the fat one?" "Seems he has a phobia." "That was naughty." "Very naughty. What can I say. I am a bad, bad boy." Ricky took a step toward her, and she shied away. He took another, and she practically tripped over her own feet to keep out of reach.