Oops Books Novels & Stories

Laura hurried towards her “Why are you back this early?” “It's almost midnight, I don’t think that’s early” Sophia scoffed before taking her shoes out. “What happened?” she asked worriedly and Sophia explained everything that happened at the party till when Luca fired a gun. “I like him, I like Luca” Laura blurted out and Sophia pulled her ears “He shot the guy, he is an animal” “Damon shoots people as well, never heard you call him an animal” “He shoots criminals” Sophia justified “Micheal was a criminal, and Luca shot him” Laura added and Sophia held her head frustrated.

Tears were slipping down their eyes. The whole study has turned upside down. The glass table, smashed and broken. Books from the bookshelf were torned and rested on the floor. The glass pieces of vase were scattered. The place depicted of an utter apocalypse. And among all these broken and torned things, there lied a safe in the middle of the room. Bullets pierced through it and was now tattered and battered. Sat there on the sofa were three siblings, with nothing but tearful eyes.

Lisa continued to watch the video despite my obvious discomfort with the scene currently playing on the screen. “No, but I get bored when I am home so sometimes, I end up on the weird side of YouTube. Has that never happened to you? When you are like on YouTube for so long, you start watching recommended videos then all of a sudden, the videos recommended to you on YouTube slowly start changing into topics you would not normally watch or search for but you are in a zone, so you watch whatever comes up and before you know you are watching a bunch of Indian kids in the forest building a house out of clay.”

It snorted in reply. Jasper approached Calliope and outstretched an arm at the horse. When he opened it, there were three cubes of sugar in it. He said nothing. Calliope stared back at Jasper as if contemplating whether to trust him or not. In the end, Calliope gave up and started to eat the sugar on his palm. Jasper broke into a peal of triumphant laughter. "That's a good girl," He said and brought his other hand to caress her hair.

I immediately cover my face and as if I couldn't be more embarrassed I hear a shout from her. "Somebody looks for a sign that says: No Trespassing, future heir Every creating himself." God, let me come to you, Lord. Let me avoid this embarrassing moment that causes Mr. Every to laugh.

Just steady in the way he was always steady, that particular immovable quality that had survived the glass incident and the impossible deadlines and every single thing I had thrown at him. I said nothing for a long time. The office was very quiet. “Sit down,” I said finally. He sat. I leaned back in my chair. Found the words in the specific order I had been arranging them since Friday night, the clinical version, the controlled version, the version that was simply information delivered without anything attached to it. “After the accident,” I said. “The damage to my optic nerve was classified as permanent. Complete. Irreversible.” A pause. “Walsh has been monitoring for three years. Routine.

"Do you ever wear normal clothes? Like sweatpants? Or a t-shirt that didn't require a credit check to purchase?" "No," he deadpanned, finally pressing a final key and closing the laptop with a soft click. His ocean-blue eyes lifted, locking onto mine with an unflinching, icy intensity that immediately made my stomach do a weird, erratic flip. He assessed my appearance—the chaotic nest of my dark hair, the oversized shirt, and the ridiculous gray slippers swallowing my feet—with an unreadable expression. "Sweatpants are an inefficiency. They breed a mindset of stagnation."

he said. "We have this pass from the old lady," Cathy said. "If we return without finishing our tasks we will be severely punished. And don't worry about us, we will return soon without making any trouble." Cathy showed him the pass that the lady gave us for the border. Seeing the pass he couldn't say no anymore. But he was looking worried. Seemed like he was an omega as well. If he was a beta he wouldn't even have cared about the pass. He would just let us slide to die out there. Two or three or more, they wouldn't care even if all the omegas died.

He lay back in the bed, and after some time of pondering over what had transpired, was carried away into deep sleep. It was many minutes past midnight when Oboo was roused from his sleep by a tirade in the room. Someone was ranting at the top of his voice. "Fools! Fools! Stand up and guard yourselves. They are coming, you idiots," the person was saying. Oboo jumped out of bed and switched on the solar lamp. Oh! It was Okayo again! He was a real trouble for the boys on many nights. He was having his usual walk-dreams, though in a slightly different manner. He was struggling to open the door in his dream. But his fingers could not hold onto the doornail, and he was screaming out vexatiously. "

Omniscient POV Senior year had begun for the two complicated, secretly-bound lovers: Trish Carpenter and Joseph Roland. All of Mthland High’s students were gathered in the main hall for the traditional Hall of Fame walk and celebratory program, a ritual held before the final-year students ever sat at their desks as official seniors.