Gl Novels & Stories

Its leave-less branches is bent in a way that provides some kind of shade on a big hole in the ground. I squint my eyes to help clear my vision and move slowly towards the hole and that's when I see it too. ********************************

"So the full moon, silver bullets, wolfsbane, super hearing, and smell are valid correct?" "Yep." "Wow, can I see the eye thing again?" She asks and I giggle. "Chloe this is the third time you're asking me to show you the true color of my eyes." "I know it's just. . . They're so beautiful." She means it cause she's looking at my eyes, mesmerized by the color and how it glows. "Whoa." She puts her hand on my cheek as she stares at them. She looks cute while she does it.

Taking a seat on the chair instead of the bed, he hit the browser icon on his phone and typed in G****e. He checked out some nearby bookstores and interior decorations shops and luckily was able to find some cool stores that caught his eye. His excitement was however only short-lived as the moment he inputted them into G****e maps, he realized they were not as close by as he expected and for someone who barely knew his way to college on his own, trying to look for such stores in town would be a complete bad idea. "Check us out on I*******m," he read out the words displayed in bright yellow as he navigated the store's website. I*******m. Social media.

" He said. I was not ready for that. I was still getting use to the idea of being alone. I still need to heal. "My name Shunshine. I'm not really interested in getting to know anyone right now." I said. "Can't blame a brother for trying." He replied back with a smile. I almost gave in. He hand me a business call and told me to call him if i change my mind. i looked at the card and saw that he was a mr. fix it man. He fixed on houses and appliances.

" We have, strong electrolytes and weak electrolytes, " Mr Garret voice faded away. Ace's thoughts invaded his mind in the middle of the class, he looked out of the windows, he's always looking out of the window. Mr Garret got tired of scolding him to pay attention to the lessons, he would always ask him suddenly but Ace already knows what they are talking about, he's smarter than most of the students in his class. Ace always does that in winter, staring out the window and wait for spring, he hates winter and hates the end of the year.

Roy is presently in a 70:30 situation, which meant his chances of dying were high, due to the amount of wolfsbane he was injected with. “He was injected with wolfsbane.” he finally replied. “What’s that?” Kimberly asked, her eyes furrowed in confusion. Elijah nervously ran his hand through his hair. He didn’t want to scare Kimberly, but she deserves to know the truth. “It’s a substance that temporarily numbs the wolf in a werewolf. Vampires use it when fighting, as an easy way to kill our kind.” “Roy is going to be okay, right?” she nervously asked.

he replied cutting his words. Sam wondered, “h-how did you know it?” his head is full of confusion. “S-Sorry but I am not gay!” he is stuttering when saying that to him. The man laugh so hard that he is holding his abs. He finally stopped and speaks, “Sam? I am a fan of yours. . . show me your beautiful body again.” He smirked and the laptop chimes once again. USER sends 1000 diamonds to the streamer. USER sends 1000 diamonds to the streamer.

He didn't hate me anymore and dare I say it, we were on the road to actually being friends so all he did was mildly glare at me in response. The sketch was of a beautiful, moderate-sized house with multiple windows to let in an ample amount of light. It was also very modern, which was Gunnar's preferred style of architecture. The roof of the home was a tad bit slanted and the shape reminded me of a large box with added smaller boxes on either side. The left-hand side of the building housed three garages and the right held what I assumed would be their rooms. It was still a work in progress so I had no doubt this was only his first draft.

I hear a little tap, and then a click, and as the car vibrates, I put together that he put on a CD. Chromatic's Touch Red plays. The familiar piece fills the car, the almost-haunting instrumentals bouncing off the windows and into my ears. "When you can't see, first, you listen." Alex leans over and whispers. I sit, lips parted, taking in the way the vibrations make the hair on my skin stand. "It was the day you pushed past the front doors, trekked up over twenty steps into my office," he spoke. The stereo still plays, and so I lean into his voice as best as I can.

Minus “Is this coffee or motor oil, Phil?” “I’m sorry, Clutch, I would have made a fresh pot if I knew you and Minus were… stopping by. Here let me make…” Phil Blondino tried to stand, but the barrel of Clutch’s gun pointed at his head convinced him to remain seated. Phil’s grease-stained office chair seemed to groan in agony from underneath his bulky frame. “You’re good right there, Phil. I’m just going to sit here and sip my delicious cup of Pennzoil while my good friend, Minus, looks for Cutter’s money.”