Kilala Novels & Stories

the fairest of the three said angrily "It is not my fault that I don't know how to make friends, and it's not my fault that you feel inferior too " I fired back "Shut up , we do not feel inferior to you in any way , we just want you to know you're in no way better than us " the first one whom accosted me said . "You are entitled to your opinions,if you would excuse me , I have other things doing" I said Reacting on direct impulse, the fairest one raised his hands to slap me , he was stopped by the third guy who hadn't said anything all the while.

i replied “Oooh, i would love to taste” I got my ingredients from the console; lettuce, basmati rice, yes……. basmati rice. Tomatoes, grinded of course. Onions, chicken, already cooked. And most importantly…… Kpomo, the most gracious dried cow skin. Before I walked to the center table to turn on its heat….. I traced back to get my green tea, and honey. “Hey Craya, have you ever tried honey before” “No, but I would love to”, she replied.

But near the north door, there is a stairway going up but it's blocked by rubble. Marika runs and opens the northern door and gasps. The light of my lantern streams into the doorway and revealed a huge, muscled monster stooping over. He holds a massive spiked club in one hand and a melon-sized rock on the other hand. It's an Ogre. The Ogre smiles a jagged tooth grin, “I've been expecting you. I am your humble king, Gobler.”

He always wanted new-- if he tastes it, he can throw it like a lollipop from his mouth. “The protocol is so strict. . . want to heat up?” asking with a smirk on his face—no one speaks up until they keep on fucking all day.

Don Torento raised an eyebrow, Amanda looked away from him quickly, she wanted to slam her palm on her forehead for saying something stupid. Don Torento was looking at her like he wanted to tear her limbs to limbs, she gulped. "S—sorry, I say stupid things sometimes."

Please check out MR KING. Do not fret, COLD has not been neglected. It is drawing closer to the end, that's all I'm willing to say right now;). Happy reading! Stay safe xx

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“Surprise. It’s back.” ******************************************* “Were you seriously not going to tell us that you got this power back?” Thea whisper-yells as we walk down the hallway. “Can you even call it a power? It’s a ‘sneeze-quake’, I don’t see how it will ever come in handy. It just feels like you’re glitching.” Joey and West laugh. “Why don’t I rip off your arm? I don’t see how it will ever come in handy.” I give them a threatening look and their laughs instantly cease.

Then suddenly— "Oh my God!" Her voice cut through the quiet. Kane reacted instantly. His entire body snapped toward her, alert, tense, ready. "What?" he demanded. Mona's eyes were wide, but not with fear. With excitement. "We need to celebrate your win, mister!" Kane blinked. Then exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. "Shit, princess," he muttered. "Don't do that." She tilted her head. "Do what?" "Yell like that," he said. "Thought something was wrong."

“I’m dying.” “What the fuck?” The tone in Minus’s voice immediately shifted from anger to concern. I gasped, my hand reflexively covering my mouth. “I have CRC.” “What the hell is that?” Minus asked with a slight drawl. Evidence of his time spent in Savannah. “Jesus, Minus, you sound like a goddamned hillbilly,” Cutter said with a chuckle. “Colorectal cancer,” Warthog sang out, in a mock country singer voice, to a cheery tune that did not fit the lyrics.