I Shall Call Him Squishy の小説・ストーリー

"If I were a superhero, I wonder what my name would be." "Mega-squirt," he offers, beginning to pepper kisses along my skin. "I think that fits you well." "Why’s that?" I ask in confusion. "Because you’re tiny and you become a gusher when I make you scream." Gasping, I can’t react before I’m being scooped up and carried off to the bedroom so that Aera can prove his point.

My voice cut through the noise, cold and sharp. "I'm right here, Liam. Who did you want to put on their knees?"

The rest were falling victim to the slime one by one, and all with rather hideous results. Sia tried to dodge another attack, but the seven inch heels which she had obviously bought under Type influence slid through some of the residue slime causing him to land heavily on his butt right in middle of puddle of slime. “I just wanted some sushi,” he whined. Ray neatly blust through one of the slime men's. “How about some slug sashimi?” he called out. Sia face took on an unflattering shade of green.

I clear my throat noisily. "I... Was hoping I could get in," "Sure, he was just leaving," she says without looking at me. The tall human walks past me, after planting a kiss on Maeve's forehead and Roxy looks like she could vomit any minute. "I'll see you around my gummy bear," his husky voice sends Roxy to the floor. Laughing. The guy sounds Scottish. "Gummy bear? Are you kidding me? So now people have nicknames already. Hah! Gummy bear. I can't even imagine," Roxy says while going inside the room and I follow suit.

I called out again to the one who will answer, but not without complaining. "Why do you like shouting like this? I have told you, call me guy" He said gesticulating his little hands and squeezing his face as if someone collected his favourite candy. The white rabbit onesie he was putting on made him look more cute like a rabbit. I laughed loudly, folding my hands. Seriously this boy will not kill me, he told everyone to start calling him guy when he already has a name. "Wait Mr guy it's like you want to face the wall right now, come on ! go and tell Zeebah to set the table" I ordered, waving him a way.

Xia pouty plump lips curved upwards. "Quiliu. What a pretty name you have" when Xia finish saying this, she felt her hand being tugged gently and held by the zombie in front of her who was called Quiliu like it was being treated with cautiousness and care, it really made her already numb heart to skip a beat but just a little bit, but it proved signs of her softening and letting her heart open again and fulfil the unfulfilled task of her past. "Not pretty name" the zombie paused, lick his drying lips that was coloured purple before continuing saying,

There is water, dirt, and flowers mixed in with the broken pieces of the vase. He asks, “Who did this?” I shake my head because I honestly don’t know, we all shook our heads. He growls making the room shake and scaring me even more and all of their heads bow down. Then in a very low and deep voice, he says slowly, “Fine since none of you want to rat the other out! ALL of you will get a whupping that way I know that I’ll get the right one!” GASP DID HE SAY ALL OF US?!!? Oh no… Oh No! But I didn’t even do anything! He looks at me and my stomach drops, “Come here, Abijah.” All of my cousins gasped looking my way. And I knew I was in trouble then because he always calls me by my nickname, Snuggl

I can't believe I wasted on glitters on glue well it will take so much time for him getting it off his body. Payback is a bitch. “ Kylieeeeeeeeee.....” I heard him call again, hearing my name sounded so sweet. I'm so evil.

Flavius sniffed the fragranced atmosphere bearing a sense of comfort then he laughed. “Cool! It brings back memories when I was young.” “B-but you are still young.” The young girl recalled. “Is this for real, why do you always interrupt me. You seems you need some beating,” he drew in a fist and bounced all over, “come on are you ready, you want some, I called my left fist the jumble go round, this, you see my right fist is for ass punching. Come on why are you doing nothing or are you afraid, scaredy-cat”

“What’s wrong with looking for SpongeBob?” He’s fighting a smile. I can see it in the way his mouth twitches. “Nothing, if that’s your thing. I’m sure I could find you a SpongeBob centre. T-shirts. Balloons. A life-sized mascot, too. Just say the words and it’s all yours.” “No thanks,” I say, pulling down the sun visor and flipping open the mirror. I check my reflection and, thankfully, my anxiety didn’t melt my mascara. “I’m more of a Squidward girl.”