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Shiv-“Nope” She looked at him shocked Annie-“Never, like you have not even got single punishment” Shiv-“Nope, I was not the trouble maker” Annie-“Ho Nerdy ha” Shiv-“What! No I mean yes, but I was not a trouble maker, who would trouble the class and get punished” he tried to defend himself

It was then she realised that the looks they were receiving weren’t of lust; they were definitely of fear. Indianna turned to Brooklyn as the three boys sat on the opposite side of the classroom. She heard a loud laugh from the ginger boy and she could see the dark-haired boy out of the corner of her eye, rolling his eyes at his ginger friend and kicking his feet up onto the desk in front of him. “Who are they?” Indianna asked quietly. Brooklyn adjusted in her seat, turning her back to the boys. “People you should stay away from,” she said firmly. “The ginger guy, he’s called Kal. The brown-haired one is Ace. The dark-haired one is—”

" Zayn smirked at the helpless condition of Kyle. Kyle clenched his teeth, "you little brat." "Stop calling me a little brat. I had a name. My name is Zayn." He said proudly. "So what little brat?" Kyle again stroked his hair, and Zayn almost yelled at him. "I warned you, don't touch my hair. I don't like when someone touch them. I hate it." Zayn gritted his teeth and clenched his fist so tightly that his knuckles turned white. Kyle looked at him and saw his mini version in him. He had the same gritting teeth and clenching fist habit on small matters because he got annoyed easily.

Leah Williams...a girl filled with nothing but happiness. With simple dreams and simple goals, she lives on. A ray of sunshine...lightening every dark room. A very nonchalant little prick with a few friends around her...worth calling one. Igneel...a lonely, silent, and mysterious guy. It's hard to describe what he looks like. Doesn't know how to stand up for himself and acts like a total loser but is very smart, not to forget filthy rich...then what's the cause of such behavior of his?

My name's Elizabeth Morgan, I'm 17 and a senior at Hillside High. If you didn't catch on, I live in this town called Hillside. We have lots of hills, and it's the most boring place I've ever lived. I don't recommend it to anyone. Anyways, back to the important stuff and the real reason why you're reading this. At my school, there's this one boy who is commonly known as the fuckboy. He's slept with every girl in our grade besides four of us. Those lucky four being myself, my best friend Ellie, and two other girls you'll probably hear about later.

Suddenly Igneous is picking her up and leaving the room. My feet hesitate to follow because I don't want to leave Em. Grabbing her hand I leave the room as I pull her behind me. Standing in the doorway we watch as Magma smashes the window and then pushes Igneous. She yells something at him about the eggs and then jumps through it. "What the fuck is going on?" I yell looking around in confusion as Igneous prepares to leave after her. He turns toward the door where we stand and tries to push through.

Astrella Honey's point of view Igor spilled the whole thing, he told the story with so much heart, it was almost overwhelming. It all started when I was born. ​That feeling I sometimes got, that strange sense that someone was always watching me? That was him. Igor is actually a Russian Mafia leader, and his life has been focused on finding this guy named Tomasso for years. Tomasso used to be his trusted Capo, but he betrayed Igor during an ambush by some rivals. Tomasso didn't just abandon him; he kidnapped his wife and kid, stole a ton of money, and started selling information to the enemy. That betrayal hit Igor hard; he had to recover from the ambush, and my mother, who was a seriously br

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It has been replaced with concern and worry. The two of us made our way to the den discussing though the link what exactly we were going to tell Dad. All the times we had done things with Heather and been caught, I had never been ashamed of what we had been doing. Embarressed at being caught, oh most definitely, but never ashamed. This? All I feel is shame, disgust and disappointment in myself. Shane POV

Right now, their panting breaths are music to my ears as I think about what to do next with them, the spiked whip in my hand jiggling as I palm them, pretending to be in deep thought. The truth is, I already have an idea of what to do next. I just enjoy taunting them. “So…what other fun are we having, hmm?” I hum, circling them while palming the spiked whipped. “Should we play hide and seek, boys? Or should we have a shower party?” Igor flinches when my fingers trail over his wounded, bloody shoulders. “Please…” He begs, panting. “Okay, you want the shower party?” I taunt, standing before him.