Kritik Novels & Stories

DISBELIEF. Inability to accept that something is true or real. Opening his eyes, Dylan couldn’t believe he was back to being admitted to the hospital for an incident he could have avoided. He feels a sharp pain come from his lower abdomen and curses under his breath as he could have avoided the knife if not for missing a step.

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?"

John finished, before walking away from the podium to sit down. Lorenzo stood up, walking to the podium. He stood there silently for a bit, his eyes roaming around his men. He sniffed. "Today is a horrible day, one we never thought we would see. Our beloved Grace has died. The woman who we all considered as our mother. This woman raised me. And let me tell you, she did a great job-" he turned to the casket. "Grace, thank you for always being here for me. You taught me so many things. One of them is love and I will cherish that in my heart forever. Rest In Peace. I'll see you soon." He smiled sadly before walking off the podium. He watched as his men lowered her casket into the ground. Bonnie

"-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.

He says. Fuck. ...(to be continued)

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.

Played? This is bad.

Fuck. XXX

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.”