Pick Up Lo Novels & Stories

“There was a box of–” “Excuse me,” she says, cutting me off. “You said the Luna was at the Archives?” Shit. I knew our evening arrangements were quiet. Maybe this should have been, too. “My mistake,” I say, then hurriedly hang up the phone. Shit. Shit. Shit. But where could they be? I have to find them. I dial another number. It rings twice before she picks up. “Good morning Ben!” Lo’s voice calls. It’s echoing, wherever she is. “Are you free this afternoon? I can swing by–”

I whispered into the empty room. [Why did the stream cut out just now?] [Alison's dead? How did that happen? And why's her skin missing? That's so scary!] [Out of the original six, only three players are alive… And how is the pick-me girl still here? It makes zero sense. Also, why is Lonnie going to the GM's office? Dude's digging his own grave!] [Wait, why is the pick-me girl following him?] "This is the GM's office?" Lonnie muttered.

"You're suppose to raise me dad, not the other way around. Finish it up. I'm really running late. See you later. Bye. I love you." " Take care sweet pea, I love you more." *** As promised Robbie dropped by to pick him up. Right on time as their store is about to close. Then they're off to bond for an arcade treat - her favorite. "Hey dad..." A massive gun fire errupted, so she went at the back of a car parked in front of their store to hide.

“Then I will.” He knelt, pressed his palm once more to the ground, and let the vow’s remaining hum seep into him. The pulse was faint but steady, like a trail waiting to be found. As he rose, the forest began to move again — faint sounds returning, the distant whisper of wind threading through the ruined trees. A new light flickered on the horizon — not moonlight this time, but something whiter, sharper. He glanced toward it, his jaw tightening. “If that’s where you are,” he said softly, “then that’s where I’m going.”

Most of the time, she didn't say anything at all and just stayed quietly at home, waiting for him to return. But tonight, she hadn't sent a single message. "Brandon." Liana gently touched his arm. "You've zoned out so many times tonight." "It's nothing." "Is it because of Elizabeth?" Brandon frowned, his voice dropping. "Don't mention her tonight." Liana looked at him, a faint flicker of something crossing her eyes. She was about to say more when his phone vibrated. He hadn't planned to check it, but the vibration quickly came again. The screen lit up, and an official text from the Neutral City Pack Registry appeared on the display.

"Should I pick it up?" ‎

oh". Dad didn’t know that years of lottery-based upbringing had already been carved into Asher’s bones. The side effects soon appeared. Dad suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage from overwork and was hospitalized. The nurse couldn’t reach Mom. So ten-year-old Asher was told to take Dad’s bank card to withdraw money to pay the hospital fees. Instead, Asher handed the lottery box to the nurse. "If you draw the long stick, I’ll listen to you and get the money. If you draw the short stick, then this card is mine. I want to buy nice sneakers."

Pick up, pick up, pick up! “Perrin? It’s Lo. Hey. Thanks for listening to me yesterday. Anyway. Um. Can you give me a call back please? Please? It’s not an emergency. It’s just super important. I can come and meet you at lunch if that’s alright. Just text me back, ok? I’ll be in the archive all morning.” I ended the call. What the hell was he doing?

"Then why the hell are you thinking so seriously about it?" "How to get you to trust me." Noah answered and raised his head. "What must I do to get you to trust me? I can stitch you, I really can." "There is absolutely nothing you will say or do that will convince me otherwise." Micheal said, getting up from his chair. "I'm going down to the pharmacy to get it stitched. You stay here and once the delivery comes in..." He looked at Noah in his briefs. He'd be taken as a pervert if he accepted the delivery like that. "Ugh, hold on."

"There's been a car parked outside the house for a while now. Not sure who they're waiting for. It looks like a… SUV?" Simon immediately stood up. "I'll go check." A moment later, we heard his voice from downstairs. "Howard, get that car out of here. Tell them no one in this house ordered a ride and that they must've gotten the wrong address."