I Said Your Name And My Furniture Started Floating นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I yelled at him, “How do you explain that floating thing by the stairs and shattering sounds then!” He pursed his lips together to control his laughter and looked at me, “The floating thing was the curtains moving around since it’s so windy and the windows are open.” He licked his lips and pursed his lips together again since he was about to laugh again. “Oh…” That actually makes sense. “And the shattering sound was the glass vases, they fell to the ground because the curtains hit them.” He raised his brows at me in amusement, “It’s windy after all.” “Oh…”

Strangely, every time I try moving something around, it floats back to its original state. “What are you doing? Didn’t I tell you to rest?” Jack says with an attitude. “The ornaments are bugging me. It’s all wrong and every time I move them this happens.” “They’re floating back, wow. How can it move on its own? This is a strange place.” He says. “I have some news babe.” I say. “What’s the news? Come on, spill the tea.” He says. “Tea? Spill the tea? So, I can tell tanner has taught you some slang.”

“Which is now destroyed by the way and look, she is fine.” “You are horrible.” “You guys should not joke about this type of stuff anymore. I am not six anymore.” I turned to leave but could not make it past the door. It was like there was an invisible wall. “What is going on?” “We are not done talking, young lady,” I heard my father say. When I turned to face him, all the objects in the kitchen floated in the air. I gasped in horror, backing away. “Watch the knife,” Dad warned.

She tried to persuade me but I wasn't having any of those. "Command it to float." I ordered strictly. Janet sighed. "Okay. I hope it works.". "It will." I answered. "Float." She said but nothing happened. "You see, I told you it won't work." Janet said. "Let's go." We turned to leave when Steve gasped slightly. "Look...look...it's really floating." I looked back and true to his words, the book was really floating. I dropped Janet's wrist and I instinctively stepped back from her.

"What thing?" "The thing where you find everything that's wrong with a room before you find anything that's right with it." "The chairs are in the wrong formation." Mia looked at the chairs. Then back at Ava. "They look like chairs to me." "That's because you're not thinking about sight lines." "I'm really not," Mia agreed cheerfully. Sofia appeared on Ava's other side, having apparently materialized from nowhere the way she occasionally did when she sensed Ava was approximately forty seconds away from rearranging school furniture without permission. "The chairs are fine. The program starts in five minutes. Where is your head?"

Behind me, the shrill alarm of the monitors started going off, but I never looked back. When I returned to my spacious executive office, I stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows and looked down at the streams of traffic moving through the city below. Then, for the last time, those familiar floating comments appeared before my eyes. [Congratulations, host. You’ve unlocked the ‘Naked Ice Sculpture’ achievement. The evil supporting male character has successfully turned the tables.] [The cheating woman and the scumbag lover have been eliminated. The vicious father-in-law has been taken out too.]

“Get your bags, baby. Daddy’s taking you home!” He winked at me. I wanted to vomit in his shoes. Ten seconds later, Agnes returned. With a giant inflatable pool toy—a pink flamingo the size of a loveseat. She swung it like a battering ram. WHAM. Jordan stumbled back, arms flailing. “What the hell?!” Agnes yelled, “I NAME THIS FLAMINGO KARMA, YOU COCKROACH!” I fell over the couch, laughing so hard I couldn’t breathe.

Issac exclaims, and I clutch tighter to Gunner. He chuckles and loosens his hold a little. “You won’t drown, fall, or die. I promise, Peaches.” I pull my head away from him and pucker my lips, “You promise?” He smiles and nods his head. They slowly put me into a floating position on my back, all their hands on me.

I question him again trying to break the ice, he seems to smirk a little looking over at me. "Well it started back in school I don't know how old I would've been, I was sat in class leaning back in my chair and for some reason behind me, you know back in the day you had those pens you had to dip in ink?" He asks me looking over with a smile, I nod saying quills he nods continuing "well I leant back in my chair when the chair moved and I fell, on the way down I tried to grab hold of something to stop me falling, but I end up grabbing the sheet of paper the tubs were of ink was on" he laughs which causes a little laugh to come out of my lips as I finish with his cut on his face.

But, oh my me, Summer is losing it. I have been walking down the hallway for what feels like an eternity. It doesn’t help that my pace is slower than a snail’s. And worse with every movement, my hard nipples rub against the fabric of the bath robe which I’d, you know, stolen. It’s surprisingly exactly my size. It makes me wonder just how long he’s known that I’m a girl. I whimper as my knees give out and I crumble to the floor, bringing my knees to my chest. I think I’m passing out. The floor is spinning. Wait…why is the floor suddenly floating? No, wait…my body is floating.