Miserable Spongebob Novels & Stories

Maya and I laid lazily on my couch, watching Ted over and over again till we became tired. Most of the time, Tristan and the thunder buddy song raced through my thoughts. I hadn't been seeing much of him since he saved me from taking a blow. I grabbed the remote and changed the channel to Nickelodeon. My eyes brightened when I saw SpongeBob on screen. Even if I was eighteen, SpongeBob was definitely a cartoon I'd never stop watching. How could anyone be like SpongeBob? He was very annoying and didn't know when to quit, but I still loved him.

it felt really painful. God, why? The tears that started streaming down his face were making his vision blurry, making him bump against people who were walking. He didn’t even bother saying his sorry, and those people cursed at him, and thought of him as a jerk. But no, Sane didn’t care. Sane didn’t care if those people thought of him as the worst person in the world. He didn’t care if those people thought that he was a spawn of Satan himself, that he was evil incarnate, he didn’t care. Because when one lost someone, he no longer cared

“Just get out. Please … “ “Whenever you are ready for your sponge bath just let me know then.” “I don’t see why I have to get a stupid sponge bath.” He grumbled. “It’s the doctors orders.” “Doctors are stupid.” “They were the ones that saved your life.” “I don’t care. It’s their job.” “Oh my God! How much more stuck up can you get?!” “Imagine a stick in your butt. That’s your answer” she gave me a disgusted look. “By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask … Do you have any enemies?”

"I'm sorry, amore. I didn't mean it. I'm just afraid." I froze at his words."Scared of?" "Myself.", he whispered."I don't want to do anything stupid." "How can someone be afraid of himself? Right Spongebob?", I peered over his shoulder to glance at the yellow sea sponge who nodded with me in agreement."See, he agrees with me." I looked back at him who looked confused out of his wits. The confusion in his eyes made me laugh as I tilted my head at him. "What the hell are you saying?"

People would see right through their act, though. I really hoped people would see through it. I didn’t know how much more of this sugar-coated crud my stomach could handle. “I know that what I did was horrible, and I just hope that you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me someday,” Bob managed to say as he finally recovered from his realization about Marsha. God, that was the worst one yet, I thought, trying not to barf. I wanted nothing more than to get away from these phonies and hypocrites.

She looked at him, blinking twice with pouted lips. "What?" "How the hell are you enjoying this?" he asked. "Huh?" "How can there be fire underwater? A car crashes into them, and they get up the next second. SpongeBob sliced himself into pieces, and a snail… the snail meowed! It’s not a fucking cat! And Patrick literally swallowed his own brain and laughed. How the fûck Sandy able to stay underwater? And what’s a rocket doing under the—" Morticia’s laughter cut him off, echoing through the room as Klaus stared at her seriously, only making her laugh harder.

“If I need something, my mate will help me. She can help much more than you can. But thank you, Elias, for everything.” “You’re my Alpha. I love you. I just want you to be healthy again.” “And I love you enough to tell you to go take care of yourself. I’m going to eat and when you’re done showering, I’m going to do the same. As Reagan said, Samson can’t get out. You can sleep tonight. You need it.” He nods and grabs his things, taking them to the bathroom. I continue to force the food down my throat. It tastes like cardboard and feels just as dry when I try to swallow it, but I force it down.

He wiggled his eyebrows at me while his eyes twinkled with amusement making me blushed and shook my head. "Walaykumsalam, morning! My dream was blank, no need of flattering yourself. I would rather dreamt of SpongeBob than dreamt of you," I playfully sneered at him, playing with my fingers. "Wow, that's nice and cool. I know you are obsessed with SpongeBob; I think I will have to compete with it now. Thank Allah, not with Tom and Jerry," he fake- gasped, holding his chest in a painful manner. "Your food is on the table," I said dismissively, trying hard not to laugh.

Strangely, when I got into my room, locked my door tightly, I suddenly cried. I raised my hand, my hand trembled, and my body suddenly became very withered. "What have I done? This is the second time I feel emotional and slap someone else. What will happen to me after this? the longer the environment around me, the less healthy it feels," I grumbled. My eyes turned to the SpongeBob doll that Noah gave me, and I hugged the doll. "How can a man who treats me warmly, even gives me all these cute things they say is a cruel man. I mean, I know a lot of things that hurt me because of Noah. but my mind can not accept Diana's statement "I cried even more sobbing

She cringed at that. "You don't like them?" I asked, confused by her reaction. "I'm allergic to nuts. When I eat them I puff up like Mrs. Puff from Spongebob Squarepants." Sophia laughed nervously, "Anyway, who wants to attempt to speak to her today?" I inhaled sharply, turned around in my seat to where Alina stood, and then exhaled, "I'll go, like every other day." With that, I woke up from my seat with confidence. Today would be the day she would finally speak to me. I didn't care if I had to pin her against a damn wall for her to do so.