Keep It Mello Marshmello Novels & Stories

I again sit on my couch as a old jeopardy show plays on my small TV far in the evening. The couple from yesterday are still going at it in another room in the complex, but this time it's a lot more docile. I grab another chip from the bag, tasting the wonderful salty heaven as it slides down my throat. I also have a sandwich on my lap, two cans of cherry soda, and a few bags of gummy worms. I took a little of the money I've been saving over months and used it to buy all this. However, it

I laugh and pick one up and hold it before him. "Open your mouth." I tell him, my lips slightly parting as if to show him what to do. I inch closer to him, only the marshmallow separating us. Both of us breathe into each other. I bring the tiny marshmallow to his hot lips and trace them along them. I can see his tongue reach out and follow the marshmallow. I pop it on his tongue and watch him suck on it. My eyes dark and passionate, outline the rim of his mouth. I pull myself closer to him as I lick the marshmallow dust off of his lips. I then slip my tongue into his mouth and kiss him deeply.

He steps close instead, resting his hand briefly at the back of Arlo’s neck, thumb brushing lightly against his skin. “Try not to think tonight,” Kevin says quietly. “Just… exist for a few hours.” Arlo stills. That kind of touch— Easy. Casual. It should feel natural. It does. And it doesn’t. “Okay,” Arlo says. Kevin smiles. Satisfied. “Good.” The party is already loud when they arrive. Music heavy. Lights low. Bodies moving too close together. Everything Arlo doesn’t like. Kevin, on the other hand—

Alex's POV The calls I make to Levi push through, but no one is answering. I was starting to get worried. I called again and Levi finally answered. I let out a sigh of relief as I brought the phone up to my ear. "Levi, I've been calling you all day," I said. "Sir Alex? This is Melanie, from Arville Hospital. Are you Mr. Levi's partner?" Melanie asked. My heart suddenly dropped from my chest. "Y-yes. I'm his boyfriend. May I ask why you're calling?" I replied.

🎶 I've found peace in your violence can show me there's no point in trying, I'm that one and I've been silent for so long 🎶 SILENCE- MARSHMELLO FT KHALID. It's Saturday, and its my shift at Tucker's. Six to Ten PM is just the best time at this place. Aside from the steady and slightly crowded nature of this building, every other thing seems cool. The first two hours of the shift I'm behind the counter, the last two am waiting tables.

“Isioma you are overreacting; it’s just a word.” . `. She didn’t utter a word. Instead, she washed the pepper off her hands with the Lemon Fresh dishwashing liquid in the kitchen, packed her bags, and left. And that was the last time she ever heard from Kent. Subconsciously, Isioma slowly revered from her thoughts. With Adele’s Chasing Pavements playing in the background and the sunlight dazzling and dancing on her face, she looked up and saw the billboard; boldly inscribed on it was Marshmello Printing Press

His eyes followed every word, every movement, as if the conversation were unstable ground. «I’m going to kick Kate in the shin.» This felt like an ambush, and I was fairly certain she was the mastermind behind it. “Wow, such interesting offers…” “Oh no,” Joshua interrupted, clutching his chest dramatically. “Here comes the but.” I laughed at his theatrics. “That’s right. I think I’d rather sleep. Thanks anyway,” I said diplomatically, offering a stage-worthy bow. “At your service, Your Highness,” Kevin replied. “Good night, everyone.”

》》Jack《《 Calvin drove us to Jason's apartment. It was a silent drive. Radio was crap, playing the most depressing songs you'll ever hear. The one song that really hit so hard, I saw Jason cry, was Happier by Marshmello and Bastille. I'm not too sure what about the lyrics caused Jason to shed a few tears, but I knew I had to listen to that song again, maybe look up the lyrics.

For ten years, I stood beside Adrian Shaw while he clawed his way up from nothing to a nine-figure fortune. In all that time, he never once took me anywhere that cost more than twenty dollars a head. On the eve of our tenth anniversary, I sent him a link to the steakhouse I'd been saving for years. His expression darkened. "Just because we have money now doesn't mean we can forget how hard life can get. Thrift is a virtue, Nora. Don't lose it." I thought he had a point, so I nodded and agreed to cancel the reservation. Then, on the day I went to the restaurant to cancel it, I saw Adrian across the dining room, having dinner with a girl. He cut her steak for her, then reached over and ge

Which is fine by me. With my AirPods snugly in place, I surrender to the enchanting melody flowing through them. Lost in the human’s amazing music –Meltdown by Niall Horan– I find solace, my worries fading into the background as each note washes over me. He is such an underrated singer.