Mcmasters Novels & Stories

Mica POV I crawled out of the bed....I pulled off my nightie and tied a towel around my waist I was about entering the bathroom when my phone awoked with a call I checked the caller to see that it James I hissed loudly throwing the phone on the bed That b@stard He's nothing but a double crossing motherfuvker I had a nice hot shower...I thought about Max as the warm water rained on me I bet he never wants to see my face again

a simple answer, but Mike seems fulfilled. He nodded and wait until he goes. He opened his phone and launched the CAM application he is using from its launch. “Sam Ramos … this man is the top streamer?” he keeps on visiting his profile, but he knocks it off when a young lady calls his name from a decent distance. “Babe!” Mike immediately goes to her and maintains social distancing until they reach a motel nearby. Mike is a naughty twenty-three years old Civil Engineering senior. He always wanted new-- if he tastes it, he can throw it like a lollipop from his mouth.

Susan retorted and Kim's heart melted, these women were so sweet considering the fact that they had never been close back in highschool and it was the first time she was seeing either of them gain after eight years. "They were students of VPA too Mika. They should be here" Kim said with an uncaring shrug when in truth she had wanted to hide the second she spotted them, but why should she? She had done nothing wrong if anything they should be the ones hiding from her unless of course they had moved past everything and so should she.

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I reply looking at him. He turns around to leave followed by mom. I check the time and it is only 3 am. I don't feel like going back to sleep because I don't want to have another nightmare. I check the date. "Oh gosh!" I exclaim because today is my first day at FPU(Fresno Pacific University) and I pray that the history wouldn't repeat itself.

Point of view: I am April Jane Santisima, a simple person but known as one of the brightest students in the school of St. Patrick Academy but name famous known not an Academy but a University. The owner change it when her Son manage it. I simply want to be able to study without being aggrieved, but why do they harass me every day? What wrong have I done to them so that they repeatedly bully me especially Karen who is a well-known queen bee or better known as the evil queen of the campus because of her bad behavior.

I go along and am close to the twins and Hala, as well as a tall, quiet, and muscled girl named Morgan and a boy named Thames who's also tall but lean. Being close to them, I go with Mr. Reap leading us around to look at the several courtyards, and also the portions of the institute. Looking at the map as well as looking the building itself, I note that the CCMS is largely a circle with arms sticking out. There are six arms sticking out subtly with the same length, and each one has a specialty in a subject. Science, magic, literature, math, history, and social science. Two arms though are for the dorms and are large, being near the bottom of the map. Within the outer wall of the college, whi

Baylor POV I never thought the day would come that I would be the ‘principal’ and still have animosity about being called to the ‘office.’ Alpha Colin and I were in the middle of helping several of the others hoist one of the side walls for the new training center into place when I got the mind-link from Machieste requesting my presence at the training grounds to handle an issue that required not only me but the entirety of the leadership.

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Looking very much like the best friend I left behind fifteen months ago, a huge grin spills across her beautiful face right before she hurtles herself at me for a third time. Hang onto your panties ladies, because Roan King is kicking off the first day of the fall semester by stripping off his shirt... and yeah, it's definitely a majestic sight to behold. Is it possible that he’s even more ripped and gorgeous than last year? Someone hand me a napkin, I'm starting to drool over here... KingOfCampus.com How could I have forgotten that jet lag is a total bitch? It should really be called ass lag or maybe even ass drag would be a more accurate description because my ass is literally dragging on