Inkitt Novels & Stories

Beep, beep, beep... Riley hit the snooze button on her phone. Five minutes later, the same annoying alarm sounded, and this time, she didn't ignore it. It was 6 A.M. and she knew she needed to shower and get ready for her breakfast date with Ethan. As she got out of bed and headed towards the bathroom, she heard her phone vibrate, so she ran over and grabbed it to see, "Good morning, beautiful. Meet me at the diner in town for 8?". She beamed and replied with a "heart emoji, see you then," text right back. She placed her phone back down and grabbed her towel, heading for the shower.

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.

-Me) I hit the send button and got back to work. I put most of the stuff in my cabinet. I have snacks and other food in there to eat if I get hungry and can’t get out or the day gets too busy to order lunch. TING! (You are welcome, my little sprite. I was told ginger ale is good for nausea, so I put some in there. No offense, but I tried some, and that shit is terrible, but if it helps you, then it is ok.-Kaden)

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Simone When I was younger, my mother would sit me by the fire and tell me the same story she told every night. The story of the great black witch, Marinthia Galma. She was one of the most powerful necromancers to ever exist until she let her pride consume her. Until she started to want more.

“His name is Max, 24 years old been in and out of correctional facilities, no major crime whatsoever…” Kayla’s POV “I think we shouldn’t dismiss his involvement like we did with Chris” I said cutting Emma off. “Sorry for cutting you off, but he is not innocent either…” Lynn’s POV “Are you guys starting off without me?” I asked as stepped inside our special ops room. I found some amazing clues. I found an address: Smith’s bar and lounge on a piece of paper in his pocket, the bullet that shot him was from a rare gun manufacturer, I will leave that to Kayla to figure out. I also found a piece of note with a name: Tanner with a phone number…

” there are with texture, super thin, retardants, flavors, colors. “Anyway, there are a lot.” Paul completed amused to see my dismay.” but I think Kristos is right, we have to try the product and tomorrow we’ll provide information on the performance of the I love you to the advertisers.” and with that he took a package of six units from the table.” look how lucky I am, this is a mixed box.” he said winking at me before leaving the room. “You should also have a few, Mark, at least to know the difference between one and the other, see you tomorrow.” Kevin took a few too and left.

She could’ve made it to the door unnoticed if they were humans, Kimberly thought to herself feeling slightly annoyed. “Sweetie, I know you must be hungry. I made…” “I need some fresh air.” Kimberly said, cutting her off. This made Christine really sad, Kimberly could see it. She was a bit touched and had wanted to immediately apologize, but she had to keep up her act. “O-okay. Go ahead.” Christine quietly said and turned around, returning back to the kitchen. # “Hello?” Alan answered his phone after two rings. “Hello, beta Alan. This is beta Donald from the white moon pack.”

I got out and Kiran opened his door as well. “Yo, man, it’s been too long,” Bo said and we arm-hugged. “This is Kiran, my nephew,” I said to Bo. “This is Bo, my friend.” “Yo man, why you all gotta be so damn tall?” he asked as he shook Kiran’s hand. “Good genes I guess,” Kiran said with a smile. “Come on in. I got your bag,” Bo said.

Viki says holding my hand and guiding the way to the outside of the house, we couldn't really leave, but we could play in the backyard, it's an open space with safe toys for us. "You want to sit on the swings?" Viki asks and I nod, we both make it there and take our seats, I use my feet to push myself back and forward. "How old are you?" Viki asks me. "I'm two, and you?" I answer her telling her my little age. "I'm three, I'm a princess," she says happily. "Then why did they call you brat?" I ask. "Cause being good is boring," she says giggling.