Novel & Cerita Game

Peace begins to make some sneaky move making me realise she's about to leave me alone with these random guys. Ah! this idiot would do anything to get some d*** inside her. she waves her stupid hands at me signifying her disappearance. Great! I mutter to myself. I suddenly begin to feel bored having no familiar face around sucks pretty much. "Hey, a guy greeted." "Hi" "I'm Andrew." "Vivian" "Nice meeting you Vee, I've heard a lot about you." "Guess you are one of Peace's friends then." "Yeah, she flaunts about you every time, saying how amazing you are."

Please. *****

Once we get closer to the pack house we hear laughing thats when we see queen Lanna curled into a ball on the ground, being kicked and spat at "hey witch get up come on its no fun if you jusy lay there like a sack of spuds" one of the me yells laughing as another yells "yeah come on we can play a game, how about witch hunt?"

In the next second, Lloyd put on a hurt expression. “You think I’m an eyesore, don’t you? I’ll leave right now.” He got up and pretended to leave. Just as I expected, Naomi grabbed him. “Claude, how long are you going to keep up with this tantrum?” I gave her the side-eye, and my expression was cold. “I’m allergic to peanuts.” Naomi was stunned, and guilt flashed in her eyes. Even so, she remained stubborn. “If you’re allergic, just say so. Lloyd didn’t know. Did you have to put him on the spot?”

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The game had just begun. ‎

Nothing. *******

Love. END

“Yes and did I hear a little bit of excitement under your voice just now?” I run my hands through my long blood-red hair and give a small smile. “What excitement?” “Nothing, never mind. It’s nice to meet you though.” He states and goes back to the pushups he was doing by the side of the table. “And lastly, my boring ass brother Levi.” “Who?” There’s literally no one else at the table. “Oh, he’s over there.” She points towards a very fit guy doing dumbbell exercises in a corner. His arm muscles were contracting and his blonde highlights were sticking to his forehead due to sweat.

The sound of the hit echoed through the arcade, and people started turning, whispering, watching. Sebastian wiped his mouth, looking at the smear of blood on his thumb, then back at me with that infuriating half-smile. “Still got that temper, huh? I almost missed it.” His words came out lazy, teasing, but his eyes—his damn eyes—were daring me to swing again. “You think this is a fucking game?” I barked, shoving him back once more. The arcade machine behind him rattled with the impact. “What’s your problem, bro? What the fuck do you actually want from me, man?”