I Am A Stick Novels & Stories

I felt a heaviness in my head and the stick fell to the ground with a thud. “Okay, try now” I said keeping my eyes on the stick. Smith stepped around me and bent over to pick up the stick but nearly fell over as he failed. He looked at me wide-eyed and grabbed the stick with both hands, grunting as he pulled at it hard. It lifted slightly off the ground before he let it go in a huff.

How hard is it to read "positive" Xander has always wanted this and he is yet to believe it's happening. He is filled with emotions but he can't tell which emotion. Xander picks up a stick, "You know I peed on that right?" Cara says, and Xander immediately drops it in the zinc. Xander turns to her, "How do I know it's mine?" That question is a huge slap to Cara's face, and it gets her blood boiling but it's nothing new when it comes to the douche. "I don't know who you think I am but if I say it's yours," She pauses, "It's yours."

He chuckles out loud while spinning around on the chair like a maniac. Isabelle wakes up from her unconsciousness and slowly tries to sit up. Her body feels so weak, there’s no energy left in her. None at all, to fight or scream out for help. She needs water, she doesn’t remember for how long she hasn’t had a drop of water. “Please, I need water.” She whispers before falling back on the chair completely and losing her consciousness.

The woman slammed her walking stick ones on the ground, bringing complete silence. “Pe mito mba’éichapa jaju, oguereko heta versión iñambuéva, ha katu pe añeteguavéva ha’e ñande jajejapo hague ñañorairõ haĝua peteĩ mba’evai ndive, pe mba’evai tuichavéva - añakuéra. Mávapa ñandeapo, ha’e pe ja’éva lobo sy. ha katu añetehápe ha’e pe tekove voi ñanemoheñóiva ñañorairõ haĝua ñemano ndive, ha katu ko’áĝa pe ñemano oguejyta ko yvy ape ári voi oipe’a haĝua opa tekove ha ha’e ñande profecía ñañorairõ haĝua lobo sy ndive peteĩ última vez.” The lady spoke.

he snapped. "I... I... Am sorry sir, Kim is my friend, they were all ganging up against her, I couldn't stand and watch, please forgive me sir," Claire stuttered shivering uncontrollably. "Your friend threw a first punch at the circle she couldn't fight off all by herself, foolishness at it's peak," he stated. "Now, get out before I change my mind." "Thank you sir," Claire squealed and quickly took to her heels. "And you, miss trouble."

And strength. "Nooooo!" When I opened them again, the stick floated in front of me, and then turned back and flew towards the stickman. That time, I could control my power. I knew I didn't him dead, or any of the other stickmen. Once the stick got to his stomach- at least it looked like one. It stopped, and waited for command. I wondered if a stick could harm a stick man, but from the terrified cry and pleading in his voice, I figured it could.

I figured the chains on me are not locked by anything but where planted to the ground that it put me in a hollow. "This is it, sir!" He said. He collected the stick, it looks more like a batton but it is wooden. I know I am done for this end. If their hand is so heavy that I can't feel myself, then how would baton be? I could feel the terror of how painful it is without touching me. "Speak!" He yelled again before using the stick. "What is it that you want me to say?" I asked immediately knowing how painful and strenuous this would be.

Jessica Pov I remained speechless for a while wondering if I was really slapped, it was really ridiculous being slapped by a slave. “Count this day as your last day on earth”I snapped back at her folding my fist in anger as I dashed out of the kitchen. Immediately I heard the horn of their cars driving into the compound,I had to quickly unlock his room pretending to be in serious trauma forcing tear out of my eyes and that's also with the support of the teary cream I bought last month,my clothes were torn with my hair scattered just then the walking step of cardo became stronger and I positioned myself in an helpless condition.

He said. My mate is such a softie. I smiled at him gently. “Isaiah, we are not gentle women. We are both in the hospital because we aren’t gentle. Sinclair, myself, hell…even Thalia, we have shit backgrounds. We have dealt with worse. You brought her to the hospital. She’s alive. You did good. Stop worrying, okay?” He sighed, “Fine.” Then he smirked, “So you nicknamed me Stickler?” I smiled, “Yes. You follow the rules too much. I bet you feel out of your comfort zone right now even being here and not being the beta at Blackstone.”

Everyone took a stick except for Liam . There were only seven heirs and Liam preferred to skip the preliminary stage and pass directly to the finals . Kiara noticed that the stick in her hand was red and looked around to see who else had the same stick as her . She noticed that Erina was holding another red stick . ' Hehehe...I will deal with you once and for all ! ' thought Kiara with a devilish smile . Erina also laughed in a vicious way which made Kiara doubt her intentions a little . Browen had a green stick in his hand and looked around to see who else had the green stick . She noticed that the one having the green stick was Silva and he walked near her .