Hibit Novels & Stories

" I threw them on the table and sighed. "What the hell is this? Don't they have any work to do other than invading others' privacy? Bloody morons, putting assumptions without any basis."

- Bhlezy because of the sound the abnormal zombie immediately turn its head to Bhlezy but the smoke at its head was still not dissipating! the abnormal zombie strongly swipes the smoke and it quickly dissipates and reveals Bhlezy's actual position! it quickly planning to attack Bhlezy! "no!"- Jimboy Jimboy rush to the foot of the zombie! "CLUTCH! CLUTCH! CLUTCH!!!"- Jimboy JIMBOY/MANA: 50/100 the skill effect is not making the abnormal zombie move!!! but the thing that it makes is, it stiffens the foot of the abnormal zombie, and now it is not moving it!

She murmured. “Come on.” He moved forward and helped her get seated. It was a powered wheelchair. She looked at the controls and turned the knob. It slightly moved backward. “Easy, easy.” He bent down to her level. “Here,” He turned the knob in the counterclockwise direction. “Do that to move forward. Opposite for backward. And shift this small gear for sideways.”

Please, let this be a joke. "Exactly and I'm serious." He says like he's reading my mind. "Oh, I... I'm really s-sorry. I'll bring it back when I get dressed." I stutter and overthink the words I just spoke out loud. I should let it wash first of course. When I'm nervous I sometimes talk weird stuff and stutter all the time. I hate to show it like this.

“Do not speak of something you do not know anything about Dax, now get out of my way,” “So you would keep something like a hybrid safely hidden in your cabin, probably fucking her every night as her virus spread across our village,” He sneered at me. And I merely scoffed, I didn’t have the time for this shit, Dax hated hybrids for the reason most if not all humans did. Fear of the unknown… I pushed past him and the moment I didn’t so he suddenly pushed his fist against my chest, “Where the fuck do you think you’re going,” in that moment Ward came up behind me and carefully observed the situation before turning his attention toward Dax,

"Fuck off!" While Amanda is on the Libra side, Alex is a Cancer ♋. He is quite emotional and always looking for true love, Alex is very caring and can also be quiet naive. He loves cuddles, but also love his own personal space, though Alex lacked a little bit of confidence, this was why it took him years to get close to Martins and Stacey. He never really approached Ross to ask for a promotion, but it all ended well, because he was still given the promotion.

It's up to me to stand my ground and make them accept me. My eyes follow Aiden's natural grace as he walks. Maybe walking is too mild of a word for the way he moves. It's a confident athletic stride with his tight ass causing the temperature to rise. Cool air blows from hidden vents and adds a nice jolt every few minutes as it stirs his scent. Maybe hypnosis would help me get rid of this addiction, which seems to be escalating. He hates me and that should do the trick. Really. It should.

The ride, for about an hour, felt awkward as I drove her in the passenger seat. She fiddled with her jacket and jeans. I stopped her apology after the fourth time that she might get grease or blood on my seat. It wasn’t a big deal since this was mostly my daily use car. If it was Hera, it might have been a different story. But knowing Skylar’s love of cars, she probably would have insisted on taking a shower first. “It’s the inhibitor, right? It stops you from being able to heal at a normal rate.”

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

“We can manage it through deliveries. Or shared caregivers.” Mia didn’t speak. Her citrus scent had sharpened subtly, unreadable. “Second option: Bond Suppression Inhibitors.” She turned the screen toward them. “Hormone blockers that dull scent receptors and lower bond sensitivity. This stops the symptoms but flattens everything else too, emotions, drive, even basic joy.” Sebastian’s jaw tensed. Ezra flinched. “It’s temporary,” Dr. Hennes added. “A chemical pause. But for some patients, it feels like... silence.”