Mr Limpy Novels & Stories

Britany who was serving a customer could not help but chuckle at his presence, although he was looking shabby in the clothes he wore, he still had smooth, fine, and radiating skin, the domineering aura he had yesterday was gone and replaced with a bit of humility as he clasped both hands together and did not dare lock eyes with Brittany. “ Zoey! Our designer customer is here again today! ”. Brittany yelled out to Zoey who was in the kitchen and despite the loud noise at the dining hall, she could hear her. “ Make sure to confirm that his wallet is with him today before serving him any meal”. Zoey teased. “ Mr. Designer wear, are you with your wallet today? ”. “ No… .. ”. “ No? So you came to

her voice was loud due to the music blasting in their ears, “You do like him!” “I don't, Mia, stop.” Tammie groaned, slightly dizzy. While they talked about everything else, a young man placed his hands on their table, his eyes roaming Tammie's petite face, “Hey, beautiful.” Tammie raised a brow, “Hey?” The young man sat next to them, leaning towards Tammie, “You look dazzling, my lady. I'm Ethan Grey.” he said, stretching his hands for a handshake. Mia stared at him, rolling her eyes in disgust, “Lame.” she breathed.

she heard herself say in a flat tone. The unfortunately named Mr. Francis Arthur actually did resemble an amphibian, diminutive of stature, bald, and big-jowled, with moist black eyes that were disproportionately large for his face. However, his gaze was keenly intelligent, and he wore a demeanor of gravity and responsibility that Loveth immediately liked. “Miss . Raymond .” He came forward to shake hands. “Thank you for agreeing to see me. I regret that we have not met under happier circumstances. I have come to deliver a piece of very urgent news.”

The creature's body was slime-like, yet it seemed to have short limbs and a small mouth that produces a harsh hissing sound when it opens. "Don't call them junk," the elderly professor replied. Struggling to stand up from sitting on his chair, he gently placed the book he's reading on his desk, which was also filled with empty laboratory flasks, notebooks and pens. There was a stain of spilled ink covering the upper corner of his disorganized table. His hair and beard are almost white, with visible streaks of gray, and along with his crumpled and stained lab coat, they all seemed to have been unattended for a long while now.

As soon as I went inside, a blonde guy with green eyes in casual attire greeted me. He was not even wearing formal attire for the meeting. It seems like this spoiled brat is not taking me seriously. "Hi, I'm Primo Turner. A representative from Turner Corp." He immediately offered his hand and I accepted it. "Lily Emerson," I responded. "I know. It's a pleasure to meet you, at last, Miss Emerson, or can I call you Lily?" he casually uttered. I raised my brow before replying, "Likewise. Lily will do."

Ace felt her body tensed in an instant, her hand that he was holding the entire time turned cold, but he couldn't find a word to help her out, he wasn't really aware with her past and he knew nothing about them that's why he chose to stay quiet. He gently squeezed her hand making her turned to look at him straight in his eyes, she saw comfort with his beautiful green eyes with specks of amber as if telling her not to be scared. She squeezed his hand tighter and turned to the old man. "yes I'am" she replied honestly. A loud sound of thud distracted them all, Mr. Rick Mazon fainted to the ground, and that started a commotion on the huge hall. "medic! someone call the medic!" voices echoed the

He didn't understand at all. 'Probably tired? But is he more tired than me whose home got raided by a traitor and probably burned into ashes by now?' Shrugging, he introduced himself, "Just so we can officially be acquainted, my name is Samuel Lim." The boyish guy's eyes coldly glimmer a bit under the night sky when the stars peeked out of the clouds for a few seconds. "Yeah, hello. I'm Sandro Smith. But before anything else, let's just go and leave this place. Damn. You don't know how it's like to be everywhere against your will. I've been through that since this afternoon. I'm so tired that I just want to blow the whole world up with nukes."

I greet them with a smile. "Hola, mija." My mama walks over to me, kissing my cheek. "How are Amelia and Diego?" My mama asks. "They're good." I reply, walking over to my papa kissing his cheek. "Hola, mija." He says. "How was your meeting?" I ask. "It got moved to tomorrow." He informs me, and I hum in response. "Did we get new recuits yet?" I ask hopefully. "Yes, you can start training them tomorrow." He replies

He was wearing his jersey half-tucked, his dark hair a disaster, and he was carrying his skates over his shoulder. "Practice doesn't start for an hour, Miller," I snapped, "Get lost." Jax didn't move. He skated toward me,annoyingly fast. He stopped just inches from me. "I couldn't sleep, captain. Too much energy. Besides, I wanted to see if the rumors were true. "What rumors?" "That the great Liam Simpson is a robot," Jax laughed. "You look stiff, Liam. Like you’re afraid if you break a sweat, you’ll break a rule. Is it the dad thing? I heard he’s a real joy."

The man smiled brightly and pushed his hand towards me "Dr. Samrat Leo." And I am Humpty Dumpty. &&&