One Percent Of You Novels & Stories

The door went open and the doctor Walked in. "Miss pinky, how are you doing?"he asked checking the drip" "Am fine"she replied. "Mrs Diane,I need to tell you something" "go ahead doctor" "Pinky has a sickness called panic attack and is not good for her to be expose to some situation". Pinky's jaw dropped the moment she heard those words from the doctor.Hold on?... what?? did he just say something???. she looked at her mother who was staring at the doctor kneely.

I asked, my fingers hovering over the keys. "What's the difference?" Tia asked, her voice dripping with scepticism. "Instaconnect is for people who want to meet up in twenty minutes for something that involves very little talking," I explained. "Lovebomb, on the other hand, is for the long game. It’s got algorithms, personality quizzes, and a much lower 'creep' factor. That’s where I found Kyle."

She wouldn't stop preaching about her idea of "true love" She even started messaging Lionel every day. [Only two people who truly love each other deserve to be together. [It's okay to meet the right person later in life. [Until I meet the right one, I'll never settle for less and just marry whoever.]

She grinned at me, tapping my desk with those awful red nails. I’d tolerated her bossy arrogance for years, the way she masked intimidation with apathy. I knew she saw me as threat. It wouldn’t hurt to give her a piece of her own cake. “According to Bernard, Voughan found me worthy,” I said calmly. “So it’s what they see and want, not what anyone else thinks. I deserve this. If not me, then who? I match the criteria. I’m nothing mediocre — just admit it. Don’t worry about the training; that’s my problem, not yours.”

she joked. "I don't have his number, we only met once and probably ain't gonna meet again." I assured myself looking back at the color of the shirt. I need a drink. •••SETH••• I walked into the underground club below the Moneir an exclusive target there was a lot of shitty women here who wanted to pick a fuck boy the experts were inbetween 25-40 some were married only few were bold enough wear their rings, I wore a eye mask that masked my identity I picked it so the ladies could see my smirk.

Her father's words only made Eleven speechless, her eyes began to tremble and slowly tears flowed down her cheeks. She never thought her father could say that to her, the only daughter she had. Eleven couldn't do anything at that time, her father was quite big and tall. Eleven, who is only 16 years old, has a small body, even though she is tall among her friends, her body is well-proportioned, her face is small with thick eyebrows, beautiful eyes and plump red lips, her rosie cheeks also make her face look perfect. Her honey brown hair looks beautiful framing Eleven's tiny face. When her father put his hand on Eleven's cheek, she could feel the warmth of his father's hand, but there was also

Mrs peterson said. "W... What? Tonight?" Kim stuttered. "Yes tonight Kim, you got a problem with that?" "You promised Josh Kim, you made a promise, you can't back down now," her subconsciousness whispered to her. "No, not at all, it's just that I don't.." "Don't worry about that, beatrice will guide you, and I trust you, even if your steps don't get me good sales yet, your body will, I have no doubt," Mrs peterson winked smiling sweetly at her. "And if you impress me, you will be surprised by the pay you would be getting for just today."

Sebastian said. "I know." "Someone wants us separated. Someone with influence." Damian pulled out his phone. The league's website already had the vote page up—a simple yes/no question, a timer counting down to midnight, a live counter that was currently at zero. He refreshed the page. The counter jumped. Zero became one hundred. One hundred became five hundred. Five hundred became two thousand. "No," Damian said. "What?" "The vote. It hasn't even started. It's not supposed to start until midnight." Damian held up his phone. "Someone's already voting. Someone's buying bots."

"Are you serious those will kill me, don't you have something else I could wear something a little lower or a lot lower like some cute flatts or maybe even flip flops?" "Uh Uh these are it sunshine now strap them on and try to walk in them for a second you are wearing my finale design which means you are on in five, just pretend you are carrying one of those fancy wedding cakes you make!" Cass smirked "You'll be fine just stop thinking so much. You look hot bitch now go out there, work it, and sell my dress!"

Don't think for a second that my mind has changed from what I said earlier" Mr McArthur said to Jones. " Sir , with all due respect Ive got no idea of what you talking about" Jones said pretending so he couldn't get angry. " I really know your type!!, Amanda's Dad said to Jones. " you know my type, you mean b- black!" Jones said. " Sir you know nothing about me, you watch the news and the show just one percent of the badly behaved, bad examples out there and you let that paint everybody, I'm not the statistics, and sir you shouldn't be so quick to judge, I've got good intentions for your daughter." Jones was bold to tell Mr McArthur.