Mmm What You Say Novels & Stories

Good luck and be careful. “Well, I'll be damn,” Matt muttered. “Hey, buddy, you okay in there?” the guy at the urinal yelled. “Yeah, you know how it is,” Matt answered. “Oh yeah, sometimes the dookie just don’t wanna come out. All you can do is push through it.”

"Hmm...." . . . ***

I need to know what you guys think. Byee

You are confusing me. Huff.

What am I supposed to say? "hey, are you mad?" she asked. Huh? I am mad? why? Why would I be mad? I was about to say anything when she talked again so I just closed my mouth. "are you mad that I told you that you can't cook?" My forehead creased. Should I be mad about that? it's true though that I can't cook so what's there to be mad about? "I'm not mad" I answered. "see! you're mad" she said and pointed at me. Huh? I'm mad?

M-My blood…? What is she saying? “Give…or I…make you…” W-What? I don’t know what the hell is happening and it frustrates me. Scares me even! I don’t understand…who is this woman…really? No, is it even a woman?

Sasha sipped the wine so she wouldn’t answer. Mazzo leaned against the windowsill, close enough that she could see his cuff links—gold M’s that caught the chandelier glow. “Big talk tonight,” he said, voice lowering to the intimate hum of gossip traded in bed or back seats. “You hear it yet?” She arched a brow. “You’ll have to be more specific. Men love the sound of their own big talk.” He grinned at the dig, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Maretti news.”

Mates make you weak…’ The mind-link assaults continue… “FUCK OFF ALL OF YOU! YOU ARE RUINING MY MOOD! I’m on my way back now… FUCK!!!”

"You need to mate, or else...!" ****

What the hell did I just say? Holy shit, Lorenzo.