Kritik Novelas e Histórias

" I take what Kanye says into serious consideration because everything that he said was the truth. Not many of us have real friends that you'll ride with to the end, not me atleast. I have no friends, the only people I have ever considered a true friend are mass murderers and I'm currently on my way to snitch on them so I guess I'm not a real friend either. My concentration broke as a black suv pulled up beside me. I tried to keep a blank face and not turn around, acting as though I was too tuned into my music to notice them.

Sienna suspired, folding her arms across her chest as she slumped back into the sofa. “I don’t think you realize, Sienna, that our friend, the one who had her heart broken years ago and has refused to even entertain the idea of dating anyone, has fucked a dangerous and, not to mention, incredibly fucking hot criminal. It’s exciting!” Disregarding the disgusting grimace plastered on Sienna’s face, Anja turned her full attention back to Zoe. “Come on, give me all the deets. How big was it?” “You’re actually disgusting, Anja,” Sienna snapped. “This whole conversation is gross. He kills people. Am I the only one who recognizes how fucked up this is?”

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

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Maze nodded once again. "Thank you, Kristoff. But I have to tell you that you're wrong. Though, it's true that Patient P exhibits most of the symptoms for each type. He still has a distinct symptom that you neglected." Maze explained and I can see Kristoff a bit confused and he looked at Mac who uttered, 'You're wrong.' before shrugging his shoulders so he had no choice but to nod and sit down. "Who else wants to answer?"

"-That's bullshit mom, you obviously slept with him more than you could ever count! Mom he's Indian, aren't you ashamed?!" "Look who's preaching about being ashamed when you slept with Phillip because you were blinded by 'lust' which you thought was love. And since when did you turn racist huh? Would it be less shameless if Rahul was a black dude and I had been sleeping with him?!" She yelled tears in her eyes. She was wrong, I didn't sleep with Phillip despite my so called love for him and I wasn't racist, she's the one who always criticize Indians because of their popular Zeeworld channel. She used to say they were dumb, like toys.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

"Fuck off!" While Amanda is on the Libra side, Alex is a Cancer ♋. He is quite emotional and always looking for true love, Alex is very caring and can also be quiet naive. He loves cuddles, but also love his own personal space, though Alex lacked a little bit of confidence, this was why it took him years to get close to Martins and Stacey. He never really approached Ross to ask for a promotion, but it all ended well, because he was still given the promotion.

Ergh, I spat the dry powder onto the floor – gleaming crimson – what the fuck? I glanced up at him, he stood there leering at me, as if waiting for me to realise something. He’s a lunatic. I reached up to wipe the powder from my face. At least I tried to. My arm refused to move. My body refused to respond to my brain signals. Fuck. “Not so disparaging now are you Lille Konge?” He sneered My eyes flicked to him. Contemptuous bastard. "Jequirity bean.”

I kiss her little forehead and her cries quiet to whimpers. Just as I've caught my breath, the need to push returns. Elliott cradles the baby in one arm and holds my hand in the other. She kisses my fingers, assuring me that she's still here and that the baby in her arm is doing fine. Kelly dabs my forehead with a damp cloth and Jennifer coaches me through the contractions.