Nct Universe : Lastart Novels & Stories

Marc was racing around putting things out and trying to get Jasmine to tidying the front counter. Today was Thursday. Thursdays and Fridays were always the busiest days at The Maze, hence Jasmine’s presence. She was slow and cumbersome. Her stocky build and dead straight black hair made her even more unusual and totally out of place. However, she was great at front of house and as much as Marc protested, she could make a mean coffee. Marc hated Thursday’s and Fridays simply because Jasmine had a little crush on him, despite the numerous attempts he’d made to inform her he was gay.

[Chorus: Jungkook, RM, Suga, Jimin, J-Hope] Another trophy, my hands carry 'em Too many that I can't even count 'em (turn it up now) Mic drop, mic drop 발발 조심 너네 말말 조심 Somebody stop me, I'm 'boutta pop off Too busy, you know my body ain't enough (turn it up now) Mic drop, mic drop 발발 조심 너네 말말 조심 [Bridge: RM] Haters gon' hate Players gon' play Live a life, man Good luck [Outro] 더 볼 일 없어 마지막 인사야 할 말도 없어 사과도 하지 마 더 볼 일 없어 마지막 인사야 할 말도 없어 사과도 하지 마 잘 봐 넌 그 꼴 나지

that was the third them so Jude put on ON by BTS now it was time for the last song and the teacher had picked Kim Namjoon. ( well my amry self can't help it so i added a BTS member but just as a character/ actor not real person) everyone was so eager to know what theme he choose Namjoon who was leaning back on his chair lenard forward and put his hands on desk before staring at Jude hard "the last theme is a side of yours you never show." "Flirt side?" Jude asked "Nah everyone has seen it" gasps were very audible

The moment the servants scattered, the last wisp of air left my lungs. My soul drifted weightlessly out of my body. I hovered in a daze, half-transparent, and softly asked the system in my mind, 'Can you transmit me now? I want to go home.' But the system's mechanical voice was flat and unyielding: [Only once the male and female leads acknowledge your death can you exit this world.] I paused for a moment, then let it go. I'd survived decades—what was a little more waiting?

She roared, "Aurora is in the hospital! What the hell are you doing?!" Dante sounded flustered. "Which hospital? I'm on my way..." "Dante, today is our last day. The sun's about to rise." Dante's voice grew heavy. "Bella, please take care of Aurora today. You know the rules for the month." "First thing tomorrow morning, this game is officially over. I'll fly over myself to apologize. Jewels, territory, whatever she wants. She can have her pick." "To hell with your apology!" Bella furiously ended the call.

Lydia said. He turned instantly, a flash of relief crossing his face. “Lydia.” She stepped beside him and slid her hand into the crook of his arm. “Sorry I’m late. I didn’t want to keep my Alpha waiting.” Nina’s smile faltered. “And you are?” “I’m Lydia,” she said sweetly. “Knox’s mate. His Luna. I think you’ve heard of me—or is something else the matter?” There was a pause—thick, uncomfortable silence as the word Luna settled into the space between them.

"The radio station isn't Jessica's personal territory and is owned by the military. If she can't understand that, she doesn't deserve to wear the uniform," Samson said to Celia, firmly and confidently. "But Jess hasn't been home in days. I don't want you two fighting because of me," Celia said. "She's just being stubborn. This isn't about you," Samson replied. Then, the whole mood changed as I heard Celia laughing. "Sam, don't let go! Hold on, I'm going to fall! Ah…! I'm falling! Sam! Catch me!"

It would take place at different places and in different forms. After the meeting was declared over by her Utmost Prosperity, an elderly lady with whom my invisible double sat beside, smiled at him and told him that an initiates’ first prosper through his or her invisible double, was an experience to remember. “What’s your name by the way?” she asked in a low sweet voice. “Tamuno, Mr Taribo…how about you ma?” “Pastor Avrat Regal…please excuse me, I’ve got to see someone, hope I’d see you again?”

The party is already in full swing. People are scattered around the enormous backyard in groups mingling and drinking while others are at the buffet or dancing to the loud music being played by the dj. Lanterns and fairy lights are placed around the perimeter of the yard illuminating the clear night sky and a huge banner stretched across the entrance way reads "Happy Birthday Noah." My eyes scan the yard looking for the birthday boy himself. It doesn't take long before I'm able to spot him. He must've felt me looking at him because seconds later he looks my way.