Hitch X Sprout Novels & Stories

The kid looks at him and nervously asks. "If...If you don't mind, can I..." he diverts his eyes to his side. "Can I hitch, you see I...I..." he scratch the back of his neck, seems out of words and still not looking and obviously scolding his self. The man nearly chuckles, for a kid to bravely ask for a free ride, not only that, but asking people who have a private plane rather than asking the ones in commercial planes, he's definitely something.

His words ripped my heart open like a sharp blade, leaving me embarrassed. They were about to come out, so I quickly hid in the fire escape. After everyone left, I retrieved the crochet bouquet from the trash can. Greyson, who suddenly returned, bumped into me. A look of awkwardness appeared in his eyes. "Nicola, I forgot to take the flowers." I dodged his outstretched hand. "The bouquet you have is fine. You don't need this one." My gaze fell on the red roses in his arms. He was taken aback, followed by annoyance at being exposed. "Why are you making a fuss? I told you I left them behind! And these red roses are much prettier than your stupid flower! Elise is prettier than you and better th

Cory giggled. “There!” Squealed Sprout, leaping from Titan’s shoulder onto Cory’s head, a grand feat for the minuscule dweller. He leapt like a frog, springing forth with ease and landing lightly on his mark. He grabbed tiny fistfuls of Cory’s curled tresses as he settled himself in her hair. “Sprout,” said Cory indignantly. He tugged on her hair. “Ouch,” she said. “Sprout!” Said Hayden sharply.

"You've always been this way. Once you decide on something, you have to see it through. Don't work too hard. No matter what happens, you'll always be our daughter." - Sutburg. Ronan's family ran a guesthouse, and my new shop was right beside it. While we finished the last preparations, I kept polishing the display case that had traveled so far with us. Ronan held up his hand as though he was holding a microphone. "A quick interview with Nina, owner of Springtime. Your dessert shop's grand opening is tomorrow at nine. How do you feel?" I played along, pretended to straighten my collar, and answered sternly. "I'm honored and excited, and I'll make the best tiramisu in the world!"

"Let's go home. I'll make you seafood chowder." My nose tingled, and tears finally fell. "I'm sorry for embarrassing you..." Mom squeezed my cheeks firmly. "Nonsense! Your happiness matters more than anything." She suddenly pulled out her phone and started typing rapidly. "I'm leaving 20 group chats right now so that I don't have to listen to gossip." Yvette jumped out from behind me, clapping. "Mr. and Mrs. Jenkins, you don't mind if I crash dinner, do you?" I laughed through my tears and pinched her cheek. "Since when have you been so polite about that?"

When Hilton came to the sitting room, he noticed the note and read the content. ‘Off to work, breakfast is in the kitchen.’ “How can you be shy of your husband?” Hilton chuckled. He headed to the kitchen happily. Hilton had grown fond of her food that he hardly eats take out no matter how hungry he felt. At Jason’s residence. Jason was standing outside beside his car, having a phone conversation when he saw Susan and her mom approaching him. “What do this people want from me?” Jason mumbled the moment he hung up. He took a step towards them and screamed. “Hold it there! Susan didn’t I say I don’t want to ever see you?”