Ink Sans Cute Novels & Stories

Inessa gazed at her ,like a lifeless statue that how could a person even think about something so brutal. "So I just want to kill you. It's just simple as that because I know till you've life inside your body, he will continued to remain a fucking Insane For You, Inessa, " Katherine spat at her venomously. And her words made Inessa's fear to get replaced by rage. "If you know that he's insane for me, then I guess you also know about his insanity which can cross every barrier of sanity for me, Katherine, " Inessa snapped back, making her to clench her jaw.

Clay nodded at my phone. “Hold your horses.” I rolled my eyes, pulling up the list. “Okay, the others in the cartoon movie were Slightly, Nibs, Chubby, and Twins.” I frowned, not liking any of those. “Ah, here we go. In Hook, there was also Ace. But that’s a no go since that’s my brother. Thud Butt is also a no. We aren’t insulting the puppies.” I shook my head. “Pockets could be cute. Don’t Ask, Too Small, Latchboy, and No Nap were the others. I don’t like those names.” I wrinkled my nose.

It was a mix of unique colors. "It's lovely to meet you, my lady," The guy said, holding out his hand for her. Innessa stared at his hand incredulously, making him sigh. "I'm Maddox Knight. His cousin," He pointed a thumb at Issac. "Innessa Laskin." Innessa bobbed her head in recognition. She instantly recalled her classmate requesting her to set her up with Maddox. She was finally meeting him. Innessa shook his hand, and Maddox brought it closer to give a kiss on the back of her hand. He gave a helmet kiss on the back of her hand, making her smile. It was a sweet, appropriate gesture.

So it’s definitely not mine,” Tom retorted. — Khlen! Tapi blurted out briskly. - Do not swear in front of the child, he repeats everything! In fact, we are not the only ones living in this house ... - Kit brought another argument. “Sorry…” Tommy muttered. Lou looked out the window. Some disheveled dude was really diligently spraying the letter K under a giant heart. Will you wait until he writes the whole word? “I give up, my…” Kitsune sighed. - Do you know him?

No gorgeous chest to lose my mind over. In my best haughty tone, I yell back, “Are you talking to me?” The smile grows, which has me gnashing my teeth together painfully because that was so not the response I was going for. “Ah, she speaks.” This has my face coloring. “My name isn’t coffee girl,” I finally ground out. Revealing bright white teeth, he leisurely pushes away from the brick wall he was leaning against. That’s when I notice him turn towards the thick crowd surrounding him.

“I WILL, I PROMISE YOU THAT.” ‘If the rest of the world hates us, then why are we so cute together?’ ----- Anonymous -----

It made me uncomfortable. "Really?" My eyes widened in shock. Casper? Who would have thought? "I know you were expecting something like Hunter, Slade or even Mad Dog. Well sorry to disappoint, I have a completely normal name." He chuckled, downing a glass of wine in one gulp. Unmannerly taking mine, he downed it as well. I held my hands up in surrender. "No offense intended, I just expected something a little more-" "Tough? Chilling?" I looked down and nodded.

And the moment they did, Mona knew. He knew something was wrong. She quickly plastered a smile across her face. "Hey." Kane didn't smile. He walked toward her, pulled out the chair opposite hers, and sat down. "What's wrong, princess?" The sincerity in his voice almost broke her. Mona looked away. "I've been thinking." "About?" She swallowed. "Did you know vanilla comes from the actual butt of an animal?" Kane stared at her. Mona gave him a tiny smile.

“Let me see that.” Iggy turned the laptop toward Caleb. The first thing Caleb noticed was that Cassandra’s cousins looked a lot like her, just without the dreads. The one who was Kennedy had her hair in a layered pixie cut, her skin was dark, she had a button nose and high cheek bones, while the younger one- Kylie, had a cute innocence to her features and the most captivating pair of golden eyes he had ever seen, her hair was a mass of copper coloured curls that framed her oval face and made her even cuter. He thought he got a nice blend of both women in his Cassandra

The next morning in the Mishra household began as usual — with the sound of the pressure cooker whistling, a radio humming an old Kishore Kumar song, and Timtim Mishra plotting crime. Not actual crime. Just strategic chaos. Wearing her faded cotton pink shorts, a long oversized white tee with a sleepy cat printed on it, and her hair tied up in a messy pineapple bun with two bright blue scrunchies, she tiptoed like a cartoon ninja towards the backyard water connection.