Lush Novels & Stories

“Yes and did I hear a little bit of excitement under your voice just now?” I run my hands through my long blood-red hair and give a small smile. “What excitement?” “Nothing, never mind. It’s nice to meet you though.” He states and goes back to the pushups he was doing by the side of the table. “And lastly, my boring ass brother Levi.” “Who?” There’s literally no one else at the table. “Oh, he’s over there.” She points towards a very fit guy doing dumbbell exercises in a corner. His arm muscles were contracting and his blonde highlights were sticking to his forehead due to sweat.

Liam: 3 months ago “God, I should not have drank that whole bottle of Jack last night” I complained, holding my head and slinging my left forearm over my eyes to shield them from the piercing light of the sun that was streaming in through my bedroom window. I chance a glance down at myself. Just as I thought, I am still in my stained clothes from yesterday. My mouth tastes like the Sahara desert has moved there. My head is pounding so hard Metallica might as well be playing in my room.

I don't want to be accused of being rude. Mrs. Lorenzo observes the bottle and then she turns to her husband and nods. I guess it's the real stuff. It looks like a perfume, guess I'm going to spray the stuff on her. "Are you guys sure that's the real thing?" Dad asks Mrs. Lorenzo, she looks at the old man and he nods. What happened to this man? Did he lose his voice or something? "Okay." Dad gets up and so does mom and I follow. Mrs. Lorenzo gives him the vervain.

I rocked forward on my seat, placing my hand on Triston's knee. It was as if I had shot him, his eyes peeled open staring at me. His voice showed his annoyance. Maybe to others it was out of his drowsiness, but I knew better. It was my touch. "What?" "They are serving us lunch while we refuel. What would you like?" Triston readjusted in his seat, "What do you have?" He asked the attendent, who repeated the menu to him. He thought for a moment, "I will have the bolognese." Triston rubbed the sleep from his eyes. The attendent left them,

I say deflating in seconds. After a short cab ride, all three of us are standing at the ruins of a blown-up bus, although there are nobodies lying around on the street you can still see the bloodstains from where they were, the whole area has been cordoned off, there are still police and investigators looking around so there's not much chance of us being able to get near the site without being spotted, I stand at the edge of the tape, close my eyes and take in as much air as I can, I breathe deeply trying to concentrate on the smell around me but all I'm getting is the scent of the humans around me and burnt remains of the explosion

EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE “Nothing! No sinus rhythm! Charge to three hundred! Do it again!” “Leo, no!” Luna screamed, her face pressed flat against the glass window, her tears leaving thick, blurry streaks on the pane. “Open your eyes! You’re the data prodigy, remember?! You can bypass any system failure! Just rewrite the code, Leo! Please, just rewrite the code and come back to me!”

The sound of the gunshot echoed in Olivia’s ears, loud and piercing, as though the cabin itself had recoiled in shock. She froze, unable to process what had just happened. Her eyes locked on Leo as he staggers backward, his hand holding his side where blood comes out through his shirt. But Leo didn’t fall. With a wild growl, he pushed forward, his grip on the knife tightens. His eyes burned with rage, the kind of madness that ignored pain and reason.

I get up and sit next to him and he grabs me in close. I use the app on my phone to send the first light buzz to Blake's prostate. Blake gasps immediately "Oh wowww" his eyes widen and shut and widen again "oooh fuck" I up the vibrations a couple of notches and Blake tenses up "Too much" he gasps and I let it go back to a light buzz. He breathes a side of relief "I want to try it" Louis states "You're gonna have to wait till it's out of my ass buddy" Blake says with his eyes closed

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Tarrin growled loudly. “Sorry..sorry!” Linux said frantically as he entered the code more slowly and correct, making the mechanism of the false drawer lightly beep, then unlock. The entire front of the cabinet popped open and Linux grabbed out a hypodermic kit with a vial of treatment serum put together in case of moments like this.