Friend Dsmp Novels & Stories

THAT BITCH ELLIOTT "What the fuck took you so long, you imbecile?" The gatekeeper, Charles, nearly trips over his own feet, scrambling out of the security booth. "Mr. Sanchez, I-the system flagged at the service entrance, I was just_." "I don't pay you to think." I shove the door open. "I pay you to stand there and look competent. You're failing at both." So many fools everywhere around me. "Yes, sir," I hear his muffled whisper through the glass. Pathetic.

he said as he stared at the burning building with the kidnappers inside screaming in pain. “Grim reaper?” confusion was on my face. He shook his head, “Non, I am Doom and I bring death to people.” “What do you mean?” I asked with confusion. He replied with a cold voice, “It doesn’t matter. You will forget about me anyway.” “I won’t… You saved me. I owe you my life,” I murmured. “You will, I will make you,” he softly mumbled as he slowly snapped his finger in front of me.

The day before our wedding, my fiance, Brandon Foster, and his girl bestie pulled out their wedding certificate at the casino. Brandon shrugged as he said, "It's just a joke—we'll be divorced tomorrow, and everyone knows that Wanda and I are strictly platonic." Wanda Stiles, however, was smiling provokingly. "Come on—they say marriage is sacred, so you guys can quit gawking already and hand us our wedding presents!" Everyone around the table laughed, with someone saying, "Alright! I own a business in the West End, and you can have it for your wedding… if you beat me at the dice game. Table rules." I didn't argue and merely sat at the table, smiling faintly as I met Brandon's frown. "The

Samantha’s POV “You could not even wait to reach the bed to get marked ?” I asked Dre incredulously as we walked towards the pack house. In a dreamy voice, Dre instead replied, “Xeon said I got the best DSL !” he happily sighed as he took out his favourite chocolate bar from his back pocket to happily munch on. “DSL ?” I asked confused. What the heck does it mean ? “D*ck Sucking Lips, duh ! Such a Grandma,” the asshole murmured while wrapping down more of the cover off his fucking chocolate.

They came from different groups but shared the same goal: to take the mind control chipset. “Which one does my boss want, Robert?” said the Blood mafia representative. He wanted to ensure the device his boss wanted was genuine. Robert smiled, without responding to the mafia representative's words, he opened his suitcase and showed him the dangerous device he had made. There was a chipset with a brain logo, several serums to support the chipset, and a small box containing the algorithm to recreate the dangerous device. Soon, he closed his suitcase again. “Then where is the money I want?”

The before will be forgotten, and another DEOS will be created again. ‘’a-nother… DEOS? ...’’ ‘’Memory will be corrupted by the disease, and everything that we know will not make sense… and eventually, the history will be forgotten.’’

"You don't drink it, I won't let you go." As I said before, there was no refusal. I stuffed the white pill into Aryo's mouth along with the mineral water on the table. The effect wasn't instant. I used to have it for the gig*lo who came over. Men who have their anuses pierced climax and limp more easily, I need a longer sensation. Men. That's why I have long-lasting drugs instead of stimulants meant for women. Waiting for a reaction, I tease Milly first. Don't forget, conquering opponents in bed is ingrained in the Wiratama family, directly proportional to getting rid of opponents in the business world.

She quickly unlocked her phone, and read the short text from David. David: Dinner? Smiling, she quickly tapped a reply. Dawn: Where? She had barely set her phone back on the table when it buzzed again. David: To a restaurant, unless you'd rather have a simple 2-course dinner tonight. Just you and me…on the dining room table. Reading his text, Dawn narrowed her eyes, amused by his salacious text. Dawn: I'm at a conference, David. Already seeing the three pulsing dots indicating that he was texting back, she didn't bother with putting down her phone.

Thales explained hesitantly, reaching for me. I gulped, unsure how to act but found myself reaching out to take his hand and pressing it to my cheek. “And that’s why she chose you and Desmond. By everything anyone has told me about you, we are similar in some ways but still opposites. You are calm and collected even in stressful situations, where as a D’Amore, my temper gets the better of me.”

Trevor: What ship do I use? Bob: the unarmed vessel we captured, DJS Chernov. A freighter the size of a destroyer, stealth capabilities too... It is a smuggler's ship. DIANA will be moved to that interface... together with a copy of your captain's chair. Take the file with you...