Movie Novels & Stories

She replied her gaze running over us seductively as the microwave stopped and she moved over to it, the smell of popcorn suddenly becoming evident. "Are we having a movie night?" I asked curiously. "Yes, because the pregnant one only knows how to say no to me," Starr announced referring to Cassi, the irritation present in her voice making us both laugh. "You're bringing it up" Starr added motioning to the tray that held four bags of popcorn and I smiled doing just that. . . . . . . . . . .

This went on for a solid week. All four of my mates and their family have left for the day. So, I take this as my chance to raid the kitchen. I grab as many snacks as my small hands could possibly carry and head back up to my room. I place everything back on my bed and grab all my mates' things I have taken from them when I woke up from my coma. I walk into Hendrix's room and place his joggers, headphones, and the movie he let me borrow on his bed. I place a painting I had done of Bolt on his bed. I placed a note on his bed that simply read...

Leaning against the door, I cross my arms and feet, settling in to watch what's going down in front of me. She sings along to a song I recognize as one by Shinedown. One of my favorite bands. Glad to know we have that in common. "Fuckin' hell," she groans as she sees something on her computer screen. A scowl darkens her face, as she taps her fingers on the keyboard, and then starts moving the tips on the trackpad. "Line up, damn it." This is a side of her I've never seen, and I'm loving it. "It'd probably respond better if you didn't cuss it, I think it's probably getting offended."

I asked. “ you just place your palm on the crystal and think of anything , it will appear to you like a movie” Cassie said. “ ok ” I said and walk forward and placed my hand on the crystal, the first thing that came to my mind was Derek. I wanted to see his face again. And then just like what Cassie said, the crystal began to change its colour and the image of Derek appeared on it. He was sitting on the balcony , our favorite place. He look so sad and lonely, I touched the crystal even though I can't touch him, I missed him so much and I can't wait to see him again.

Make the right decision. All I can hear is a low, angry growl and I realise it is coming from me and Atari.

I was hesitant to click. I hesitated with my thumb flicking over it but curiosity can be harmful. I hit play. The clip began. I was initially perplexed by what I was seeing. Next I noticed the bed, the bed we use back home, and the decor, that was our room too. I chose the sheets, the space I furnished. He made love to me on that bed .I saw Barry's hand and Camille's voice and I froze. He was now groaning her name and caressing her as he had touched me. I felt uneasy. I felt my throat tighten. In the video Camille laughed and muttered after she moaned.

I needed this and I was going to make the most out of it. Calling Rhea and Veronica to join me in a toast, I poured three shots and passed it to them. “To freedom!” we all cheered and drank. The song ‘Up’ by Cardi B came on and we felt the urge to dance. Nodding to ourselves, Veronica grabbed Connor who gladly came with her while Rhea grabbed a random blonde-haired guy. Since Levi was nowhere to be found, I slipped in between Caleb’s conversation with an unknown girl. “Wanna dance? Cuz….I wanna dance.” I slurred a bit.

КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путешествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

He was about to lean in closer to her when he saw Mara walking toward them. Mara, who was a bit protective of Jasmine, had a watchful eye on the stranger. She approached and asked, "Who's this, Jasmine?" Jasmine smiled at Simon and introduced him, "Mara, this is Simon. He's just a photographer." She noted her step sister’s skepticism but didn't understand why. Simon quickly reached out to shake Mara's hand, trying to mask his intentions. Mara gave him a firm handshake, her eyes never leaving his. The atmosphere was charged with unspoken tension as Simon found himself sandwiched between two curious werewolves.

“I heard some rumors of you roaming quarters where you shouldn’t be. Is this what you normally wear out? My heart was in my mouth in seconds, but I smiled to hide the terror. Did someone see me going into that sex club? “Well France is a big country, your sources have to be more specific.” She laughed, “And so is Chile, I see that your stay must’ve been great, you are glowing. Is that from the sun or a hotblooded Chilean hunk?” “I guess you’d have to pay your sources handsomely to get that scoop, Celia.” I winked at her. I was proud of my flary showmanship and so was dad based on the chipper grin on his face behind the cameraman.