Pee Novels & Stories

"I'm actually allergic to caffeine so yeah. I can't have it unless I really want to die." "Oh shit. Sorry, I had no idea," the look in Seb's eyes changed. "Just in case, I did have come with orange juice too. I don't know if it'll be able to keep you up the way coffee would but I guess you'll feel a little energized?" Alex watched him pull his backpack closer to him to unzip it. He did then pulled out a box of orange juice Alex collected without hesitation. He mumbled a thanks then dropped it ok the table to arrange his backpack.

Attention derailed for a second, the second long enough to steal what could have been. "Wayo." "What do you want to eat?" "No I'm here to make sure you eat lover boy." "I just want a pink milkshake." "Strawberry?" "Nope its just pink milk." "I don't get it. Order number seven." "I my dear friend do not get your obsession with the green juice with raw eggs you drink." "It's called a protein shake and I only drink that pure power fuel when I go to the gym. Besides your faculty sells the best veggie blended smoothie here."

Тургенев, Рудин. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путешествия и другие назидательные соч инения. Тургенев, Рудин.

“Can you please book me an Uber? I couldn’t find my phone. I think I lost it somewhere.” He caught her when she was about to fall and wrapped his muscular arm around her waist before forcing her toward the stool. She didn’t recognize him because she was smiling at him. She stroked his face with her fingers. “You’ve got beautiful eyes. They look like the ocean, deep blue.”

I take the water he offered and chug it down. “I am Aiden” he introduces himself “I am an orderly here, I will bring you meals and meds basically.” He says passing me the plate. I want to tell him to fuck off and where he can shove his food but my stomach does a lurch to tell me its been ages since we last ate and whatever is under the cover smells good. Removing the cover it’s roast beef and vegetables. My stomach makes another noise at me to tell me that we are not passing this up. I wonder if it’s poisoned and then realise they just injected me with pure wolfsbane in front of me. Why would they need to hide poison in my food?

Two, slow and deep. Curving just right. I was soaked. So needy I could hardly breathe. “Guess what flavor this is,” he whispered. His wet fingers slid back into my mouth. I tasted myself… and something sweet. “Caramel?” I asked, moaning around his fingers. “Smart girl,” he purred. “Now suck them clean.” I did. Every drop. He watched me from above, one hand wrapped around the headboard, the other dragging the wand from the drawer. “Do you know what comes next?”

Minus “Is this coffee or motor oil, Phil?” “I’m sorry, Clutch, I would have made a fresh pot if I knew you and Minus were… stopping by. Here let me make…” Phil Blondino tried to stand, but the barrel of Clutch’s gun pointed at his head convinced him to remain seated. Phil’s grease-stained office chair seemed to groan in agony from underneath his bulky frame. “You’re good right there, Phil. I’m just going to sit here and sip my delicious cup of Pennzoil while my good friend, Minus, looks for Cutter’s money.”

It felt like a chaotic mess more than anything at that moment. “We need bedding,” Quill muttered, tossing the manual onto the table with a resigned groan. His dark hair fell over his eyes, but he didn’t bother pushing it back. Hawk just smiled at how frustrated Quill was over something that small. “Something that doesn’t feel like sandpaper or retains the sweat smell that hovers around you constantly. And plates that match. Or, you know, plates at all. Silverware would be fantastic as well. You know, metal ones, not plastic. I mean, we are adults, right?” Hawk smirked and sipped from his mug. “You planning a dinner party or something?”

Margaret was waiting for us in the kitchen with three packed bags when I arrived. "Food, water, basic medical supplies and this...." She pressed something into my hand. A vial of silver liquid that seemed to glow faintly in the predawn light. "It's wolfsbane extract. Diluted enough that it won't hurt you but strong enough to deter rogues. Don't use it unless absolutely necessary." "Where did you get this?" I asked staring at the vial. "Beat you don't know." Margaret's expression was grim. "Just promise me you'll be careful. The neutral territories are extremely dangerous. They're not like pack lands."

he grumbled as Simon and Ian laughed at him. “We were about to go fishing. Would you guys join us.” Amber asked, changing the subject. “Sure.” Ian replied. “What are we supposed to do with a raw fish out here?” Kimberly asked. “Eat it, duh… haven’t you heard of sushi before?” Amber smiled at the weird face Kimberly was making. “That’s gross!” she exclaimed because she hated sushi. “You don’t have to eat it if you don’t want to.” Ian said. “I can’t believe this. You too?!... Don’t even think of kissing me after eating that.”