Kill Weebs Novels & Stories

, he requested and I nodded, hurriedly moving out of the bathroom. I whipped my head in search of my phone, as I tried to calm myself. I feel my stomach having this tingling when I am around him. Finally seeing my phone under the pillow, after seconds of searching, I headed outside to get a particular leaf my mum once used when I had whitlow. It is known as Ewe Akintola(Christmas leaf). The juicy part of the leaf helps cure wounds, soreness as well as help in treating infection.

"That smell, do you smell that?" Lora sniffs at the air, looking at me in confusion. "I smell a whole lot of wolves?" "No, no! It smells like the dewy air of morning, like sandalwood and spicy pine ...." "Mar!" Lora gasps as she looks at me wide eyed. She is about to speak when the microphone creaks again, pulling our attention to the stage. We watch as Alpha Caden approaches the microphone in the middle of the stage. My body is going crazy and I tap my foot trying to tame my wolf within.

KIERAN “Are you an idiot?” I yell into the microphone on my headset for the billionth time. Rob had just gotten himself blown up by a creeper, leaving me alone in the mineshaft we had slowly been making our way through. We’ve been playing Minecraft together for the past few hours, and this kid doesn’t know anything! I’m honestly losing my mind, but there isn’t anything else to do. All my other friends are asleep. I can’t blame them, with it being 4a.m. and all. Honestly, I think Rob’s only stayed up this late because he feels sorry for me.

I felt the falling temperature as well and noticed that there must something terrible happened, so I said to her: "Well, Miss Isabella, if it's hard to say you could just ignore me will be alright." Isabella, who had been silent at first, suddenly interrupted me, then changed back to her sloppy appearance at the beginning and said: "Weirdness is the result of the unwillingness of people after death, the spiritual wisdom born after a hundred years of immortality, and the rumours spread by word of mouth. In the final analysis, weirdness is the existence of hatred and resentment, do you understand, little cutie."