Mettaton Neo Novels & Stories

And what a decision it had been, she loved every minute and every breath she took in Goldstone. They sat in the front where they could see the view of the surrounding area in that narrow street. Faint music can be heard from inside the diner, muffled by people chattering. The latte tasted like heaven in a cup, she devoured it in a few gulps, ordered another one right after. "Maxine Roberts? Wow ... that's a pretty big name, she just opened The Arch Film Institute ... I heard it was an epic ceremony" Jeremy said when Tommy mentioned the dinner invitation.

“I can see that.” “Matt’s a good guy too. He’s a hell of a cook, too.” Neo chuckled again. “When I first met him, he introduced himself as Matt Day-Long.” “As gay as the day is long.” Jolene giggled. “Yeah. Unless you are paying close attention, you hear his real name, de Leon. Or as he says, Day Long.” They sat in comfortable silence for another moment before Neo spoke again. “You want to know why I think that you’ll be such a good teacher?”

"Guys, we haven't seen anyone yet. We only heard the banging of the door - "Shush! I think the police is here." Connor shushed us while peeping through one of the aligning windows in the hallway, his act suddenly reminding me of the Peeping Tom. "Shit!" Max cussed out loud and looked to and fro between them. What? Don't tell me they are doing that mind linking thing like werewolves again. Ugh, it's so frustrating...

"Good, then. I will be coming over with someone who will be choosing the bed." "Kara?" Ben questioned. "Do you people get informed about everything? Like everything?" asked Ava. "Literally, yeah. All thanks to Stuart." "I want to meet this Stuart. What's he like?" "Well, he doesn't talk much. He is the son of Camilo Martinez, the owner of the Manning Daily News company." "So his son delivers his paper. Why?" "Well, he is the only one we don't know much about. You can't write and expose yourself. He only does that to the rest of the people."

Outside, there were about ten large round tables, with six chairs arranged around them and flowers and candles used to decorate them. My family picked a table, we all sat down alongside with Mr. Calloway and his wife, Anne. After everyone has settled down, chatter still floating in the air, someome climbed up on the podium and hit the mic to get the attention of everyone. The silence settled upon us, everyone paying attention to the young man in an all black suit, his hair gelled to the back, a glass of champagne in hand and the mic in the other hand. "Good evening everyone." His voice rang loud around the yard, his gaze moving about from one table to another until they finally landed on our

We went to his friend's house, which is only four streets away from the playground. He doorbells and the woman who I think is about our age opens the door. Her short hair makes her look stunning with her dark violet lipstick that is almost black. No other make-up, only the lipstick that makes her more beautiful. Her black t-shirt and crystal necklace and bracelet make her look powerful like there’s something in her that can raise energy. “Luna,” Devon said, makes him excited to see his old friend again.

No one wanted to be associated with that figure. "Eh Han, are you still angry? I'm sorry, yes, I'm just a big body. But if my face is still cute like V BTS right? Isn't it? Yes, yes, no time!” After that, Matt laughed to himself as he took the mirror and looked at his face. He even still managed to take some pictures with I*******m effects. Hana shuddered in horror, I swear, this is the first time she's seen the true nature of a Matt who has been known to be a professional.

I laugh and say, "Ha-ha Let's go. We have the get-together at Ava's and we have a party to attend tomorrow and we need our beauty sleep before the Dinner and Gala." We open the door and sit inside. While she is busy starting the car engine, I switch on my bluetooth and connect it to the speaker and start playing Taylor Swift's latest album. We drive away, singing loudly and jamming to the song. I roll down the window, allowing the cold wind to enter. I look outside, admiring the beauty of my neighbourhood and I repeat to myself that everything I achieved is definitely due to the hard work I put in. I couldn't help but think to myself,