Freeuse Novels & Stories

“You came to me of your own free will. Or do you have five million to pay back right now?” At her silence, he said, “I thought so too. Now for the last time: Touch. Your. Self.”

he said. “That’s generally what happens in freezing temperatures.” “What is this?” “Self-care.” His jaw tightened. I can tell he’s trying to decide whether I’m joking. Unfortunately the answer is yes and no simultaneously. “Nobody uses ice baths like this,” he said quietly. “No one rich enough to own one uses them naked while high? Devastating.” “Lucas.” I exhaled smoke toward the ceiling. “Please leave, Shaw.” He crossed his arms instead. Interesting choice. “You looked messed up downstairs.”

I go undercover at my family's car dealership to get a firsthand look at how things are running on the ground. On my very first day, however, I made the mistake of selling a car to the most insufferable customer imaginable—Daniel Dawson. It all starts when I casually mention that free lunch is one of the perks we offer car owners. Daniel takes that as an open invitation to turn our dealership into his personal buffet, showing up with his entire family almost every day. Whatever food is left over, he packs up and takes home. He even has the nerve to snatch takeout meals right out of my coworkers' hands. The employees are furious, but none of them dare to speak up. After all, Daniel's cousi

It compliments her milk skin, making her light makeup glitters. My best friend is beautiful, I whisper to myself. "Take a picture, it will last forever. Peace commented." "You look dope in that dress girl" "I know, right? It's been a while I looked good for myself. It has always been for work or dates. Why are you dressed like that by the way?" "I just wanna wear something comfy" "Comfy, understandable. But why is your face so dull? Are you mourning?" "Going natural will be reasonable on this sunny day"

"All this." Mr. Devereaux laughed. "A cell phone video and a little influence with the hotel. Tony Warren's an old friend and glad to help. And an invitation to the owners' box at the stadium didn't hurt, either." He took her hand and urged her up from the chair. "Last night was an embarrassment for the Warrens. An old friend of Rina's took liberties she shouldn't then plastered it all over cyberspace. I can assure you that, old friend or not, she has abused both friendship and hospitality and won't be invited back."

And John being her blank check makes her more possessive. "Listen I am going home-" I feel a bit sick today "-I feel a bit sick today-" can you take the rest of my shift "-can you take the rest of my shift," I almost laughed at how she doesn't even try to change the excuse. This is what happens once every week. I am so used to the same excuse that I have memorized her words now. Some people never change and some people are not only Reena but me too as I nod my head in agreement.

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.

He exclaimed. Lauren gasped, "Apologies, Doctor." Osler looked through the microscope again and gasped. He turned the nobs but all he could see was just Tierra's blood. "Is everything alright, Doctor?" Lauren asked. Osler ignored her, grabbing the blood that's left and poured it over the virus that was on another microscope. He looked through it and again, the virus had disappeared. He chuckled. "Doctor?" Lauren tried again.

Figures there's gotta be a downside to super-senses. Soon it was dinnertime, luckily noone noticed that Mike barely ate anything on his plate. I still need to eat real food apparently, but I obviously don't need a whole lot. I wonder how long that blood Lucy gave me will last. Mike decided that the rate of consumption for blood was in direct proportion to his usage of his powers. Well at least Lucy doesn't mind being a donor, though I don't want to drain her. I can't let her get anemic or something.

Didn't want to open it but the notification got annoying and I wanted to snooze it only to tap on the messages from unknown. "What tye fu@k?" ... TBC