Just Us 2 Novels & Stories

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And they will pay for the price for giving my cousin a low self esteem! After couple of hours we finally done moving in my things inside our room. Our room is not that bad. It's perfectly fit to both of us. We have each bedroom with bathroom, enough space for living room and kitchen. All in all it's good for live here. My mom really picked well. Mom are the best right?? 😉😉😉 "So I have something for you!" My cousin said as we lay down in the sofa together still resting from exhaustion. She then get up and went to her room.

And a Jay-Z song was on And a Jay-Z song was on And a Jay-Z song was on So I put my hands up They're playin' my song, the butterflies fly away We turn around like two little kids and we look ridiculous as hell. I'm noddin' my head like, yeah Movin' my hips like, yeah I got my hands up, they're playin' my song They know I'm gonna be okay We're laughing like lunatics too. Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A. Yeah, it's a party in the U.S.A.

Erickson gets up ready to leave after receiving a call that seems urgent . “Ohh definitely,see you then” They both shake hands and go their separate ways . Both man seemed very smart to get the other would be very difficult. Mr Wellis had either defeat or get defeated .

" Nessa pulled us along. We quickly gave up our search for office supplies, thinking that it would be best to just order online. Seeing that no store sold what we had in mind. Sitting at the food court, Nessa got distracted by all the shirtless men that walked by. It was like they were having a competition to see who had a better upper body and skinnier legs. Nessa didn't seem to mind that, though. "Ooh, this one right here." She pointed to a Jason Momoa look alike. "Now he can get it.''

I corrected. “I said-” “I said 2 and that’s final, if you don’t want to wait for 2 hours you can go ahead and shoot him, you’d be doing me a huge favor after all.” I stated plainly. “Fine, 2 hours, be here with my demands or get ready to bury your brother.” With that the line went dead. I lifted the phone to my eyes and saw that he had hang up. Sighing, I called Leo who as answered on the second ring.

Then, she turned to look at Alaric and pleaded, "Father, please give me another chance. I didn't do well earlier…" "The competition stipulates that each person gets ten shots and no more," Alaric replied sternly. He paused for a moment before adding, "How is Nessa's injury?" Selene had estimated and executed her "missed" shot to perfection. Vanessa's face bore only a faint scratch. In fact, it was so superficial that it hadn't even drawn blood. "I… I am fine," Vanessa forced out through gritted teeth. "In that case, both of you, go and tend to yourselves," Alaric said, clearing his throat. He then looked toward the center of the competition grounds and ordered, "Continue."

The man was on purpose; he must have planned all of this with Aamber, so that Clarissa would not be able to move anymore. They left the island at noon. After landing on the Island of the Gods, Bali, they continued by plane to return home. “You must be happy.” Aaron grabbed Laurel's hand who was sitting next to him, smiling mischievously. She looked at him and laughed. “You are very cunning, Aaron Silverwhite.” Aaron laughed along with her and kissed her forehead affectionately.

I heard from the pups that those two argued every day about money, fighting over scraps of food like animals. But none of that had anything to do with me anymore. If they ever crossed a line, I'd handle it as a representative of the league.

His face still sported a few streaks of blood. When we stepped out into the chilly night air, Cathan came running toward us, gun clutched in his hand. "Is he okay?" "He's alive," I said. "That's all that matters right now." We stepped into the blacked-out SUV with Louis curled into me in the back seat, his eyes closing. Cathan glanced in the rearview. "What about Aaron?" I glared through the window, my jaw stiff with residual rage. "Don't kill him."