Marked Mga Nobela at Kwento

It's just some random number. *Hello, sweetie!* It says. Probably some drunk slut who hit the wrong number. As I want to delete this I get another text. *It's me, Monika. Don't dare to ignore me!* She texted. How the hell did she get my switzgerman number? ... (to be continued)

my dear child. Amy nodded his head, and text Ri to come to see her mom.

Branded. Take that, Mark

“No!” ********

Something is off. Way off.

Sex. ***~~***

Finishing the job. ****😑****

Joan took a deep sigh "if it fails it should be your fault, but I still have my plan B." Linda's eyes widened "plan B? What is it all about?" Joan leaned closer "it's a top secret, a very big shock to everyone, if plan A fails, plan B would never ever fail, nevertheless I am still counting on you Linda to do your job well." Linda nodded "of Coulee I will." She left the prison few minutes later and drove to an ice cream store to have ice cream when she saw the news of the death of Richard and Evans on the television who corpses have just being discovered by the police.

He tried not to grin. "You're right sober, man. Ye need tae party harder." Mark crouched down facing Connor and glanced down at the note. Code 4162, Pastry Kitchen door. Leads to ladder down. At bottom another combination, plus scanner. Need to catch H tonight when he's on his way down. Will call you. Up for it? Mark looked up and nodded. "Yeah, but I can't party like you, Connor," He added. Connor reached out and grabbed his hand, taking the paper back off him and stood up, swaying slightly.

I have to fulfill Ma's expectations as well. {}