Make It Stick Novels & Stories

Last but not least, I put a highly sticky formula glue on the doorknob. My death awaits. \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \

I change into my gym wear, a short and a top with a 'GIRL POWER' inscription written at the front. we all sat round the field waiting for the teacher. Ten minutes has gone by without the appearance of the teacher, I guess we will just have to wait till he comes. I picked out my phone from my purse with the intention of playing game. I click on my favorite game candy crush, has I prepared to start crushing some jellies I saw the shadow of a figure in front of me. I raised my head, seeing the person in front me, I scowl in displeasure and turned my head back to my phone.

I opened my mouth to argue but he used his fingers to close my mouth. “Think about it babe. I have seen some apartments I think you will like. We can have a bookshelf where you can pack all your books. We can hang your pictures everywhere if you want or we can keep a room specially for it. We can choose furniture together or in fact, you can choose what you think will be best. I just want to come back home to you every night”

“ What are you waiting for, shoot her! Shoot her with anything that you can!” But the thing about the magical barrier that Levy has constructed was that it wasn’t just a glassy-looking barrier that could have been broken with just one snap of stone or something, despite its fluffy and translucent exterior it was extremely sticky like latex. So, no matter what the boys threw at her, nothing passed by the sticky, latex-like barrier.

I bit my bottom lips my hands caressing my jaw numerous times as I tried to mellow the rage down ' What am I going to do with this woman? Before coming up with an answer she walked into the elevator. I tried getting to her before the doors closed, but I couldn't. " Damn it " I slammed my fist against the cold metal and turned around making my way to my office ignoring all the aghast faces. Scott came to me soothing my back. " What happened to the apologizing plan? " " She is so damned stubborn. You fucking saw how I tried to apologize " " She is so...." " So stressing "

"It was me who didn't have the balls to own up to my shit, and for that I'm sorry." "Don't beat yourself up about it," he smiled, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze. "And for the record, none of the stuff you just told me makes me think any differently of you. I still love you, and I'm still willing to wait; as long as there's a chance that you might want me too."

“And don’t forget to call me as soon as you can. I’ll be waiting to hear from you." I nod, a lump forming in my throat. “I will Jenna, I promise." I give her another hug, then I grab my bag and hurry out to my car. I load my bag into the driver’s seat of my old Honda Civic and slide into the driver’s seat. As I turn the key in the ignition, the engine sputters and creaks as it always does. “Come on Betty, don’t give out on me now," I plead as I turn the key again.

My feet stay firmly inside the new shoes instead of slipping up and down like they did before I followed a clever trick I saw on TikTok– to stick a blob of Blu-Tack under my heels. At least, it’s my own version of the trick: I couldn’t lay my hands on any Blu-Tack but I did find an old pack of HubbaBubba in the back of the kitchen drawer. After a few chews it stuck fast to the heels of my stockings and is working a treat. Note that the Me on show tonight is wearing stockings, as opposed to the more practical but considerably less sexy tights that The Real Me usually wears.

What the heck is wrong with you? 'Hey, it's not like I have enough points to make a massive upgrade!'

The only thing was that it didn’t seem to be as effective now that he was bonded. Usually, he could push these first signs away for a day or two very easily but he was already struggling to fight it off. Perhaps it was the constant closeness of his mate that was making it so hard. It was like his body didn’t understand why it needed to wait when his mate was right there. He wanted to tear his hair out in frustration. Trace had found a farmer with a patch of land that his cows weren’t grazing and was willing to negotiate the use of it for a few days.