Hatsune Miku Madness Novels & Stories

I said as I crossed my arms in front of my chest. "I love mint choco." He said and I stopped. "Disgusting!" I hissed and he laughed. "Why is that disgusting? It's good." "I feel like brushing my teeth when I eat that flavour." I shook my head. "Do you have a pet?" He asked. "I have a black labrador at home. How about you?" "Really? I have a labrador too!" He said and I turned to him completely surprised. "Millie.. her name." "Blue.. his name." I turned to him and looked at him straight into his eyes.

I bowed my head and waited for whatever he was going to tell me. “Don't get your hopes up, mute. Put yourself together because I know exactly what's going on in your mind right now and trust me when I say that's never going to happen,” He frowned and I sighed. My hopes were dashed again. “Since you're mute, I'm not really going to waste my time with you. The only thing I'm grateful to the moon goddess for is that you can hear me and so, I wouldn't have to stress myself while talking to you today,” He paused and moved closer than bent to look into my eyes. “You're the only one who isn't affected by the kind of power I have, and I think it's because we're mates,” I facepalmed.

With the stealth of a burglar and the heart of a Bollywood heroine, she slipped the speaker inside the shoe rack just beside the door, aimed the sound upward, and turned it on. She opened her phone, went to her “MORNING CHAOS” playlist, and tapped play. Suddenly, at 6:00 AM sharp, the entire upstairs room erupted with a full-volume: 🎶 “Jai Jai Shiv Shankar! Kaanta Lage Na Kankar!” 🎶 The bass shook the windows. She ran. Barefoot. Laughing. Anklets jingling like rebellious bells as she disappeared downstairs into the kitchen, where her sleepy mother sipped chai and muttered, “This house is cursed.”

“Are you satisfied yet?” The voice was so familiar that my mind went blank, and I felt like I had just been struck by lightning. I froze. Trembling, I reached out and slowly removed the mask. A pair of triumphant eyes locked onto mine, and I felt a wave of dizziness. “Well, well! Running off to have fun with my mom, huh? Have you had your fill yet, Naomi?”

he threw his head back laughing. “By now, while you are all here, half of my army is already at the Undead, destroying everything.” My heart sank. Aurora, Darien and Rowan were going to go crazy once they hear the news. “Don’t worry, that pack is not going to fall easy, I think you have underestimated your opponent this time, big bro.” he chuckled coldly.

Linda defended me. “All I am saying is that she must think more before speaking.” “Can we change the subject?” my best friend offered, knowing what I might be thinking. “Yeah, let’s listen to some music and stop talking!” I commanded, then played The sound of madness by Shinedown, humming the words with the singer. “They don't know, where we've been We got that concrete street skin The only way I'm leavin' is dead That's the state of my, state of my, state of my head”

I have this excessive enjoyment when it comes to mixing up and combining songs together to create notations that bring me joy and make me feel elevated in so many beautiful ways. Goddess, I have missed all of that, and the fact that I am stuck in this priceless, worthless kind of marriage is making me just want to... I fucking hate this, and I wish there was a way to evade it. "Serena," I hear Luna's voice coming from the door followed by her knocking, and it makes me shake my head as I run my fingers through my hair and begin to use them to brush quickly against it to arrange the curls. "Yes, what is it?"

(Amanda Fernard) Even with so many problems, I put them aside a bit and watch my bare feet under the gray-colored wall as my body lies on the bed, as the music plays, my feet tapping to the beat and I swing my head from side to side as the absurdly loud melody of the music: O sétimo Hokage (The seventh hokage) - 7 minutoz, plays in my headphones. I have no idea how I haven't gone deaf yet. This is the part I am most identifying with at the moment:

“Consider this a warning, min bror. Knulla inte runt med henne.” Gresso laughed out loud and squeezed his brother’s shoulder. “Relax, brod.” He couldn’t help but bite his lip when a picture of that sweet, innocent üngmo, Yrah flashed in his mind’s eye. Almost ripe for the plucking. “It was just a few words exchanged over the phone. How could I ‘fuck with her’ from… what, eleven thousand kilometers? I got a big dick, but it ain’t that big.” His younger brother, Mister Badass himself, gave him a look of admonishment a nun would be proud of. “Don’t even consider it.”

No one calls my girl a bitch. Not ever. My hand shoots out and grabs onto one of her fake nails. I twist and rip. The nail gives way, the real one underneath coming with it. The blood wells up, hot and fast. Her scream pierces the air, high pitched and perfect. It's funny that tears irritate me but screams are like music. Music that fuels that dark pulse inside me. I watch her panic, drinking it in. Every note of her agony is a symphony and I am the conductor.