Hardy Boyz Lita Novels & Stories

I turned to everyone capturing the fight scene and said "This applies to everyone here if by chance, I happen to hear not see, but hear that you bully any innocent girl, the next thing you would be seeing is your grave" The atmosphere was quiet for a while before the disc jockey resumed his music. Snake and Venom left the party feeling embarrassed and not without mentioning that they would be back, but I care less. The party was back to normal in no time and I noticed that Tisha didn't come down again. One of the girls decided to give me a solid crock-hardness, whining her waist on my body and it took me to sheet ecstasy.

After her parents took me in with them. Flashback Before I knew Andrea 4 years ago School As I was standing by my locker when 3 girls approached behind me and started hitting on me, one of the girls slapped me on my face when I refused to give her money, I didn’t know anything back I was the shy girl with anxiety. When she was about to slap me again I looked away as I covered my face I waited for the slap but when there was nothing but the same girl fell on the floor I looked up, I saw a beautiful girl standing in front of me.

I tilted my head to one side considering, “Sure, if you’re game, I’m game.” I got up and dusted off myself, this was going to be fun. When we got there, Zayn was stuck to the big trunk, hanging off it. I put my hand on his shoulder and he screamed and fell down on his butt. “Relax bro, let Sarah show you how it’s done,” Ashton smirked down at Zayn. “Okay go Sarah, I’ll spot you,” Ashton said and crouched down in position.

She opened her mouth to say something but shook her head with a disappointed expression, standing up as her long blonde locks cascaded behind her like a river. I quickly stood up when the girl walked out and ditched the last class. I was agitated and in need of a cigarette. "Here you go." Neon purple hair appeared in my vision, momentarily blinding me when the girl walked up to my locker. She had a light Marlboro packet, nobody was in the hallway due to the last class that I wasn't going to attend to. Her hand had black tattoos littering around to her elbow. "This shit is weak," I grunted but took one out of the packet, returning it back to her as she rolled her bright blue eyes. At least, i

I woke to the sound of Britney Spears’ voice blasting near my ear. I winced and flinched away from the sound as Ashley groaned loudly, shifting and pressing her face into the side of my neck. Her hand blindly slapped onto her bedside cabinet, looking for something. I smiled, a little confused, then I realised she was reaching for her cell phone. I laughed as I noticed what the Britney song actually was, ‘Womanizer’ was blasting way too loud for this time of the morning.

Not Another Love Song by Ella Mai. Off the Grid by Alina Baraz ft Khalid. And lastly; Calling My Phone by Lil Tjay ft 6LACK. There you go! * * * I've successfully watched the last episode of Ginny and Georgia, I was tired, and my butt felt sore from sitting on the cushion for so long. I looked outside and it was still bright, I checked the time seeing it was few minutes past six, my dad would be home in another one hour thirty minutes hopefully.

But she didn't want 18 to freak him out because for some reason some guys who are older find that young but with a small shrug and the biting of her bottom lip she just simply said, "18." "Yeah I thought you might be." he nodded. "Well what about you Tattoo boy? Are you like one of those creepy old people who look insanely good for their age?" she teased and was happy when he laughed again. "No, I am 22, well almost 23." "Well good now that we got all that out the way, can I have your number?" she grinned at him tilting her head to the side some. "Well look who isn't so embarrassed any more." He teased making her roll her eyes as he pulled his phone out of his back pocket and handed it to he

Valeria stomped her foot in annoyance, muttering under her breath as she stormed back to the middle rows with her friends. Not long after, Professor Hardi walked into the lecture hall. Class began. I forced my brain to focus entirely on digesting the complex organic chemistry formulas on the whiteboard, trying to completely tune out Julian’s presence beside me. "Is anyone able to solve this thermodynamics equation on the board and outline its equilibrium constant?" Professor Hardi asked, throwing the question out to the room. This was my chance. Finally, I could prove to my favorite professor that there was a student actually keeping pace with his curriculum.