Novel & Cerita Might Guy Talking

She scoffs. " Then try and control them. Leave Reid alone. You can have sex with other people." She rolls her eyes and nods. A man appears on the podium. He wears a three piece suit. He holds a glass as he taps his glass with a pen I think to attract everyone's attention. This talkatives stops talking as everyone turns to look at this man. " Fuck me! It's not like he wants to say something useful." Alexa mutters and I chuckle.

He stumbled backward and shouted, "What are you talking about? I'm straight! What couple? How can you say that?" Watching him flip out left me speechless. He was straight? Yeah, well so was I. Earlier that day, I met up with some friends to play basketball. That night, they dragged me to this casual spot where we had loaded fries, wings and ice-cold beer. When I got home and finally crawled into bed, a sharp pain tore through my stomach. Worse, there were bloodstains on my pants. As someone who had been dealing with hemorrhoids, I knew immediately what happened. They had ruptured.

"LANG!" there was P's voice called out to me while waving. Apparently, Mr. P is fine. "Yo man," I replied, Jamaican style. "Still being alive, huh?" "Damn you," replied Mr. P. Mr. P then gave me a cigarette, while Matt seemed happy to live the action creating circles of cigarette smoke exhaled through his mouth. Mr. P, Rooney, Muck, and Flatty then asked how my concert in Brazil. In the classroom, the atmosphere looks noisy. Friends are talking about something that seems fun. You see, some of them look happy and some of them look gloomy. At first, I didn't care what the discussion was about. But gradually, I want to know too.

“Go handle it. You’re a people person.” I stepped forward, heart already thumping in my chest. “Hey, can we take it down a notch?” I said, pitching my voice low and calm. Neither guy even blinked. The beefy one just said, “This is a private conversation.” “Not when you’re screaming about Kant in the middle of a retail space,” I said, trying to channel Maya’s “don’t fuck with me” energy. Jittery guy shoved his glasses up his nose and hissed, “Tell him to stop following me around, then!”

He tells me, wiggling his eyebrows with a smirk on his face. I groan, just great, “for your information buddy, I am working on it.” I tell him, not wanting this conversation. “Well, do we need to have the talk? You should know how it’s done, right?” he says, stifling a laugh, asshole. “Yes, I know how it’s done. Fuck off Marcus.” I say, yeah I’m going to punch him. “Of course you do, but in case you have forgotten, the salami goes…” before he can finish I clap his mouth shut with my hand.He licks my palm, vile bastard.

Fuck, "I'm sorry, are you on inhibitors?" "Y-yes," I answer immediately. The guy nods as if he just believed that and he moves back. If Rio was here, he’d have a mental breakdown. He would yell at me to not talk to anyone… but this guy just seemed to accept that I'm on inhibitors and he's not screaming: ‘Human!’ So I feel like it’s not that dangerous to have a little conversation, "My name is Lunanci, what’s yours?"

“You shouldn’t be looking at bright lights when you’re not well.” “I’m an adult. Good luck trying to enforce that.” I stick my tongue out at him as I start to go through the messages. “Fucking idiot.” “Charming.” “What? Oh, sorry, not you.” “That’s a relief. I think,” Micheal grunts. “Who were you talking about?” He will find out soon anyway, and I need someone to talk to. I sigh and gesture with my phone.

Half the spots was empty, lights making that buzzing sound. Got her keys, and unlocked the door. "Maya Chen." She turned fast, a guy was standing there. Ten feet back. Didn't hear him walk up, probably thirty something, wore leather vest with Viper patch showing. Her heart started beating fast. "What do you want?" "Just wanna talk," guy said. Hands in his pockets. Relaxed. Like this was normal. "Got a minute?" "No," Maya said. Pulled the car door open. "Better stay," guy said. "This matters."

Law grumbled some shit that was unintelligible but we got the gist. "What mood is that?" It was my turn to ask. "The kill zone, fucking guy." He rang off and the room was silent except for Mancini who was already on his phone talking in code. We waited until he was done while the news we'd just learned settled in our minds.

Cara spoke, shoving her phone in front of my face. Wow, that sounded weirdly professional. I kept swiping back and forth between the two guys. One of the guy looked tall, well built with dirty blonde hair and he was wearing a black leather jacket. He screamed hot and danger in all caps. The other guy had this regular boy next door vibe with brown hair and he was pretty good looking. He reminded me of Tyler for a second and my mind was already starting to compare them both. Fucking hell! When does he get out of my head?