Pantsed Novels & Stories

The message repeated on a loop, heightening the urgency. Danial rubbed the sleep from his eyes, sprang out of bed, and hurriedly freshened up. Not knowing what the clothing criteria might be, he decided to wear his sports clothes. As he prepared, he noticed Pavan sitting on the edge of his bed, dark circles under his eyes but an enthusiastic expression on his face. "What's up? Didn't sleep well?" Danial asked, placing a hand on Pavan's shoulder. Pavan's reply was unusually enthusiastic despite his weary appearance. "Dude, I couldn't calm down from the excitement. I didn't get any sleep. Right now, I'm more excited than ever This is going to be epic."

“Wtf Lisa you slept with Krystal?! “ Sarah asked and chuckled. Rosé hit Sarah on the back of her head. “Ouch! What’s that for? “ Sarah added “ You dumb shit. “ Rosé said “ Lisa is not in the situation to talk to you right now. “ “ Shut your fucking mouth, Lisa! Let me teach you a lesson outside! “ Jay said and tried to drag Lisa outside “Why? You’re embarrassed because everyone knows that you're too small to give your girl her needs” Lisa said before the man dragged her out of the canteen. Jay lost his temper and tried to punch Lisa but the latter avoided his punch

Not fast just furious (group chat) Jem: Dude.. Shade: What? Jem: You'd marry me if I asked. Jem: Right? Shade: I'd marry the shit out of you, man. Cutie ple: Aww thanks! I'd marry you too<3 Grumpy pants: Why the fuck are you asking??? Grumpy pants: And why is my name grumpy pants? Cutiepie: Lexie said she wouldn't marry me. Cutie ple: Oh, and she took my phone for a second there.

Ping added quietly, “…there’s no going back.”

“Papi, I need pants help” Heavy footsteps sounded in the hallway, then a tall shadow filled the doorway. Zane leaned a shoulder into the frame, arms crossed, plain white T-shirt and dark joggers hanging off him. His black hair looked a little wrecked, scruff shadowing his jaw. His eyes landed on my face first before dropping to Ash. “Who needs pants help?” His voice came low, still rough from sleep. “Me.” Ash shot toward him, almost slamming into his shin. “Mami wants to murder me with tight shorts.”

No promise wrapped in spectacle. Just certainty.

As if on cue, my phone vibrated inside my purse. Again. Orbot. A long list of missed calls filled my screen, my jaw tightening at the persistence. Damn him. With a decisive tap, I switched on flight mode. By the time the bar pulsed with neon lights, pounding music, and a sea of moving bodies, I was grateful my dress fit the club scene—tight but not too tight, with a high slit running up my thigh. My curls were slicked back into a high ponytail. Candice, on the other hand, had disappeared—now perched on some guy’s lap, giggling a little too loudly.

The wardrobe is a walk in one that doubles as a dressing room. I hang most of my clothes on the rails provided and I shove my pyjamas and socks into the drawers. A flush of embarrassment washes over me as I look at my underwear. My panties are all plain cotton. Are they acceptable for my age or will my bonds expect something more raunchy?

Came his curt reply. Everything at the moment was annoying him. It is trying to keep his emotions at bay that was brought about his two faces. He can’t show to his mother how much of a weakling he is when it comes to his wife. Ben has long left the place, he believed he is not needed there for the time being and him been there might a little bit of things up. “Then Alice, she shall be called” His mother uttered as she left him stranded there.