Nerdy Flags Novels & Stories

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"Don't judge a book by its cover. He has a girlfriend, you know. Her mom was admitted here a few weeks ago, and he didn't care at all. "He did not even help her get an appointment, even though he knew the woman could not understand the procedures. That's supposed to be his mother-in-law. "I also heard he delayed that woman's operation because he got distracted by some other girl talking about a school friend or something. Do you know how devastated his girlfriend was? I found her crying from stress in the emergency stairwell." The first nurse stared at her in disbelief. "What the hell? Where are all the good, handsome men? I can't believe he's such a red flag."

"Why the screaming lady?" She was inquiring as to his flag. "Because it's a sigil of horror. Screams are loud and sharp." She probably wasn't allowed to ask many questions. Maybe, this was the first time she was having a normal conversation with someone outside the court. "The black colour of the flag represents the Night, and a presence that can't be felt. The white outline of the lady means we move light. Of course, there are different tactics, as there are times we march up to the enemy." "How would you engage king Elton if you were to see him fall?"

The flag had nine dragons on it, and it read ‘Justice For Mankind! Every sect had its own flag, so Darryl ordered for one to be made for Elysium Gate as well. Darryl’s first skill was the Nine Dragon Ascension. Hence, the flag had nine dragons on it. It was named the Nine Dragons Justice flag. The Emei followers could feel a forceful and suffocating aura. Upon recognizing the flag, Jean asked softly, “I wonder what could the Elysium Gate be here for. Can we help you?”

at the top of my voice with the others. Jack soon race up to the first runner and figuring that Jack is close, the first runner increased the pace and I fear Jack may not get to him on time but does Jack, getting my hope and faith back in the place they both hold a draw for the next ten second. I notice the finish point is only a few seconds away and I chant louder, jumping up and down in anticipation. "Go, Jack!!" As the two struggle to the finish line with all their might, we increased our voice louder. And Jack goes headfirst into the finish line and the flag is raised.

said the Northern Emperor. Neela snorted coldly, "You're crazy." "Then we'll see what happens," the Northern Emperor said. After a brief pause, a large flag was thrown out with a wave of the hand. The overall black flag is embroidered with an ancient evil blood red totem resembling a strange-looking cow. This flag grew in size after being flung out of hand into the wind. It grew to be a hundred meters tall in an instant, spreading the sky and fluttering in the wind. There was a burst of energy on it.

Her eyes are always working, scanning, plotting, I trust her brain more than I trust mine. Down below, boots scuff across packed dirt. Those Blood Fang banners? Black with a red fang tearing through, waving like they’re already celebrating. Dark Storm’s flag is there too, that deep red under Luca’s crest. Mira promised an army, and damn, she brought one. Enough to make a king sweat.

asked Mey, sounded so surprise. I turned to Hunter and only now did I realize the hoodie he was wearing had 'Keep Calm and Be A Potterhead' printed on the front with a little golden snitch on top of the word 'keep'. My friend flinched and looked at Mey nervously. "Do you like it?" Mey shook her head and his smile was gone. "Are you kidding? I love it!!" She proceeded to throw her arms around him and gave him a tight hug. It seemed that she no longer cared about her dad possibly throwing a murderous glare at their way.

"So, you never liked me? Not even a little?" "I did, once," I admitted. "But your jokes showed you weren't worth it." Ignoring her and my raving parents, I ordered security to escort the troublemakers out. Predictably, my parents wouldn't let go of their cash cow that easily. They first bombarded me with calls and texts. Then they rounded up some online reporters, blocking the company entrance with phones live-streaming. "World-famous designer Troy Nielsen is an ungrateful son. He hogged $50 million and dumped his parents!"

"How about if I punch you in the face and say I'm just f*cking pissed off, you think you'll be happy!!" "Then punch me if you can, don't just talk," I said with a smile, you're full of words Vallery. "Oh, I forgot to tell you that, I don't let anyone punch my precious face!" I told her with emphasis. "You're an ugly attitude nerd!!" Me? Ugly? Who f**king said that? Of course who else would it be! I admit that I'm attitude but I'm not ugly, no one is ugly in this world right? It's just a word anyway, an insulting word to make people down.