Jsab Comic Novels & Stories

My phone buzzed and a text message from Matt showed on my notifications bar. I sniffed and wiped my nose,then clicked it and saw his message: Matt: Mon Ami! Me: Hey, Matt. Matt:What's up!;) Me: I'm good. Matt: What's going on? Me: Nothing,I guess. Nothing you'd want to know. Matt: Tell me. Pleaseeeeeee. Me: No, see you tomorrow. Matt: :( hey,what happened to my jacket? Me: *Whistling* see you tomorrow. Goodnight.

Jab smiled coldly and said to Lucas, thrilled, “If I don’t do this, can I live on?” Lucas shook his head instead and said with a sigh, “I made Debbie kill you it’s because I want you to suffer lesser, but I didn’t expect that you will not appreciate this opportunity.” Then, a wind-cutting sound appeared. An attack of aura was charged toward Jab’s arm. Jab’s pupils shrunk aggressively but he was unable to react to such a speed. “Argh!” Jab let out a shriek and there was an additional gruesome, bloody hole over his arm, and the dagger in his hand fell onto the ground.

JB went on with his satirical jokes. As he said so, he went beside Shinwoo and slowly unzipped his pants. The poor guy tried to resist but was held firm by the others. He grunted and cried as his bareness came to lose. My friends laughed as JB held his manhood and forced it in the measuring cup.

Then Jett started laughing, “Holy Moon Goddess bro! You will never get to storm out if she wants you to listen to her. You are so fucked!” The table starts laughing and the jabs kept coming as the siblings bantering went back and forth. Then Indie spoke up, “Sable, I may need you later. Jett has been trying to avoid a conversation with me for the last three days.” Jett’s eyes went straight to me. “Don’t you do it, Sable!” I smiled and said, “You know one of the best parts of being a warrior?” “What?” He said, eyes weary. I got up slowly, “The pranks.”

the voice said again with a hint of laughter, ‘this is it’ I thought, ‘I’m finally going mad’ “No you’re not, I’m in your head” “Who are you?” I whispered, sweat running down the side of my head. “I’m Mela, your wolf” By the time Sansa came in with my coffee, I was shaking with fear. I was going mad, slowly but surely. I silently wondered to myself who I could talk to. I realized that there is no one I could tell, without sounding like a mad person. I immediately started arranging for a trip.

'I'm not taking any chances! Jigen was able to penetrate the Jabberwock and it screeched in pain, Sahra took action, and with her vorpal sword she beheaded the dragon-like creature. "And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?" I asked sarcastically, and looked at Sahra whose look was a bit disgusted, "It is not funny isn't it?." I sigh since it appears that I just displayed a very humiliating feat, both McKenna’s eyes felt a bit sorry for my fallen joke.

"Th-Then, Samantha, it is." "All right. I'll put that name on the documents for you. Although, I still vote for Lesley," Kieran offered. "Shut up, Lanz," Jacoben barked. "You only like Lesley because that's the name of the female comic star you used to like." "Huh?! What comics?" "The hot assassin with a sniper rifle. I forgot the title, but I remember she has long, braided red hair and an eyepatch. You used to ogle at her pictures when we were kids. You have dozens of her posters. You little pervert."

“She really had low standards. What's your point?” “People will misunderstand if they see us like this.” “You know that for someone as intelligent as you are, you talk too much.” “Yeah right.” He grunted, pressing his lips together. He had never won an argument against Jade and he had no chance of ever winning. “Don't worry. The black swan can never end up with the ugly duckling.” “I am not an ugly duckling.” “I am not a black swan.” “Wait, what?” “Keep going, Shawn. You didn't hear anything.”

“I really don’t have any question. I just wanted to say something since it seemed like we’re just gonna spend the whole time in this room with silence.” I chuckled as I shook my head. I hope Jacob doesn’t get mad at that nonsense. Thankfully, his lips rose a bit, trying so hard to hide the smirk from his lips. I just don’t know if that’s gonna be a genuine smirk or a teasing and insulting one. Hopefully the former. “You should get used to it by now.” He’s right, though. I shrugged my shoulders then snapped at the only painting hanging along the border of this cabin. It was a painting of a wolf sitting on a chair with a moon on top of it.

And yet here he was. "Killam. Killam," Jabir called out. Killam lifted his head and looked across the lounge to where Jabir was leaning over the bar. He had a cigar in one hand and was pointing it at Killam. "You are a badass," Jabir proclaimed. "You're too kind," Killam said. Jabir howled as if Killam had said something funny. "When are we going to get to see these cars?" Zak asked, glancing between Jabir and Killam.