Huskerdust Wattpad Novels & Stories

" I was shaking her Rubbing her hands to warm them Kissing her lips to revive her But all in vain The doctor appeared with the antidote and injected it One after the other.... But my hear knew it was too late... She was gone... Teardrops landed on her face one after the other No longer sparks ignited when I touched her She was gone....... I.... Kill...ed her..... I looked down again at her I pulled her up and the shoulder of her worn out loose too fell down Her chest had some kind of a tattoo on it I had spent multiple nights with her but we never mated It was her wish to mate after our marriage Her tattoo was visible to me for the first time

My life can't get any stranger. Sawyer- How about this, Wilkes gave me the good on Hummer. I know where his juice comes from. Huck- Great, I’ll call you when I find out if I’m a witch. Sawyer- Think men are called Warlocks. Huck- Am I still a Warlock if I like it with other Warlocks? Sawyer- You will always be a Warlock to me. I love you. Huck- I love you too. BTW, Teresa is funny as shit! Talk soon.

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> POV: Khyle _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> It didn't take long for Khyle's temper to fray. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> It had started when Gunner showed up. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

Kate POV “I Challenge Katelyn Adams for the Alpha title of the Golden Moon Pack!”. I couldn’t believe what I had heard. It was resonating through my mind, without fully comprehending. Looking into the crowd I wait for the voice to come forward. It’s familiar but with the crowd who jumped up loudly the voice was lost in the crowd.

Seren The Warlord Eternal came on a Tuesday. She knew it was coming she had been watching the shape of the vision narrow for days, the future contracting from a space with multiple paths down to a corridor with only one direction. She had not told Kael how close it was. She had not wanted to spend the time they had left on preparation for an ending. She had spent it on him instead.

Credits 1. Story and Idea: James Kaloko 2. Year of Idea: 2017 3. Inspiration: Me Too and Time's Up Movement 4. Written: Late 2019-June of 2020 5. Written by: James Kaloko 6. Edited by: James Kaloko 7. Characters created by: James Kaloko 8. Official cover art made by: nita4rever 9. Platform published: @Jkaloko (Wattpad) https://www.wattpad.com/user/Jkaloko

Staring in adoration at the couple who are unaware of our intrusion. Narrators Narrative; It's another beautiful morning at the side of New Jersey, where the Durans reside. Christy is sitting on a couch, close to the window, surfing the internet. With her plan draft stolen, and father's petting zoo out of reach, there's very little but this she can do, to while away time. She decided not to stay looked up in her bedroom, feeling like a defeated loser. Although her bedroom is her safe heaven, she ought to come out of it, and be strong.

Nathan was a Sophomore student at Cleveland State University and a very good friend to Derrick and Audrey, they all grew up together until sixth grade when Nathan left for Boston with his mum, his mum hot a very beautiful Job at Boston, the Job came with a house for the family, a health insurance policy for the family and a mouth watering salary for the mother, it was an opportunity she could not decline as she knew it would help their family as they were not earning much in Cleveland. Despite the fact that he left Cleveland he never failed to keep in touch with his friends back home, they constantly called each other and sent each other mail and messages. Sophie was the main person who kept

He looked around at us. “They drank me dry and then changed me. I woke up alone with my dead friend next to me. I was so thirsty, I drank the remaining blood that was left in his body and ran to the next town. I... I found the letters Clyde gave me. I couldn't look at them and burned them in the first fire I came across. I wasn't myself.” Keddrick finished his story and Kenna's mouth hung open. Jane put her hand on his arm and Keddrick turned to her, a grateful smile on his lips but the grief was evident in his eyes.

As one being who accomplished impossible things. Learning Hope was hundreds changed that understanding. Complicated that belief. Challenged that perspective. Echo's daughter, a child named Whisper, approached Ember three days after the revelation. Small. Young. Confused. "Are you still you?" Whisper asked. Her voice was uncertain. Frightened. Seeking reassurance. "Are you still Hope? Are you still the being we love? Or are you different now? Are you strangers now? Are you hundreds we don't know instead of one we do know? Are you still you?"