Novel & Cerita Goob X Scraps 13

I looked up at him just to found myself laughing my *ss off. “What the hell? Why are you laughing?” “Nothing, hahaha! It’s just that… hahahahaha… sorry! I mean, you look horrible!” “What the f*ck, Agatha Tatiana!” “Why? Truth hurts, Caleb Nicolo! I mean, you look like a mummy! You’re wrapped in a white bandages. From your head, to your hands and to your feet.” “It’s because of you.” “What? No! It’s not!”

It was just a love letter since I got so many during school and college, I can guess what he might have written in it. An ancient-time love letter will be more annoying than modern times anyways. With some poetries and annoying phrases. I shifted my gaze to the useless crabs in front of me who just jolted the scrum out of me. "Greetings, Concubines Yo and Yang," I greeted back, they smiled equally, just like some clones. "Are you guys so close to each other? Why do you always come together?" I asked them casually, I do doubt it, whenever they come, they come together.

XOXO ❤️ it's a glitch guys! GOTCHA 🤣

With P26 on my hand I walking towards the battle with a steady pace, as I was about 20 meter from them, the goblins finally noticed me. "GIIIGGGIIIIIGAAAAAAAAHHHH!!!!..".(Goblins) Like an animal, all the green-skinned goblins start to shouts and screams at each other, as they were beckoning one and another that I was closing in on them. "[Identify]..". Name: Bar Gender: Male Age: 56 Race: Goblin (River tribe Pure Blooded) Status Physical: 1.0 Intellect: 3.6 Reflex: 1.3 Charm: -0.5

I'll find Jacob and I'll beat him for hurting my best friend! --------- It's 6 am. Sheriz is still asleep, so I didn't bother to wake her up. His eyes must be swollen now because she cried her eyes out last night. We even canceled our plan so she could stay at home and feel better by voicing everything. I decided to buy our breakfast. I just bought and took out 3 orders of pancakes, fries, and hot choco... I got back to Sheriz's unit and left her breakfast on the table and I immediately went out to go to the other unit.

I scream. Once that woman left I called my best hacker, tracker, and best friend Leo, also known as ghost around the family. He came in sensing my bad mood he got us both two glasses of scotch. Leo is only twenty-two but he's old for his age, life made him mature early. He joined the family a few years after me and even with the age gap between us, we became friends. He waited till I'm calm before asking me what's wrong.

Kris stood and walked to the next table as Abby wiped a drying tear. Max placed a second paper sculpture on the table and scooted it across. He knew what she was going through and God bless the man, he was trying to help. She gently picked up her new addition to Gabe’s paper frog collection. Max already made three frogs over the past few days and they were all different, this looked like a bullfrog—the man had talented fingers. “You did those?” Kris pointed at the paper sword and frog as he sat back down. “Sure.” “That’s hectic, bru. What do they call that shit? Oregano? Oro…”

The cut on my forehead was now a light pink shade, barley a scratch. I need to ask him what herbs those were… I made a mental note. After deciding I was enjoying my dream, I opted to go back to sleep. I tried to stay on a schedule, but I felt like the last 36 hours had allowed me some flexibility. I turned the alarm in my room off before returning to bed. Around noon, I woke to Scarlet shaking me. She mentioned something about Bethany wanting to talk with me. I slid out of the bed pulling my joggers on before following her into the main house. Upon entering I headed straight for the coffee machine.

“I don't know about that…” “But I do.” Oliver grinned. “You would look mesmerizing by my side. Right?” “Yes.” Sabrina nodded. “I think horse riding is a wonderful idea. I haven't ridden in years and I just say I miss the thrill of it all.” “I could take you, but Kieran first.” Oliver smirked and for the life of me I couldn't bring myself to share in his happiness. “I'd like my lady to experience it first and….” A loud clang on the floor cut him short. My heart leapt to my throat as we all turned towards the direction the sound came from. It was Xander, he'd just dropped all of his cutlery on the cold tiled floors.

“So, you’re not the mafia. You’re just a bunch of black-clad vigilantes who live underground and talk fairy tales about robbing the rich to give back to the rightful owners and those more deserving.” “Boss, I think she’s got it. Can we please get out of here? I’m starving.” That comes from the corner. From Goon One. At the moment, my brain isn’t working fast enough to come up with better names. He has a scar on his eyebrow—just a slight nick. I could call him Scarbrow. Oooh, that’s a good one. This is the weirdest dream ever. It’s so, so real. But also not real. Yet kind of real? God, my head hurts.