Plus One นิยาย & เรื่องราว

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" Hey, my Asian cookie, what is new ?" " I'm in a war zone. It has been over an hour that dad is arguing with mom over where we should go for holidays " I heard a door opening in the background. " What are the options? " I just realized we didn't plan anything for this holiday yet. " It's either South Korea or Spain, I would prefer Spain but is not like my opinion has a room in this non-democratic house " " Life is not fair. Look at me, I even had to share a placenta with Jaden "

“Drink that. You need it.” Her nose wrinkled. “It’s the yellow one though. Who drinks the yellow one?” “I do!” Kev huffed, taking out a blue bottle and sliding that one over to her as she slid the yellow one back. “You’re a psychopath if you think the yellow one is better than blue.” “Then slap me on the ass and call me Ted Bundy.”

The fact that my mate will be a Harvest female makes me feel practically giddy. Finally after about a four minute wait it is my turn to use the teleport platform. I plug in the coordinates for the home on the other side of the planet and move to the middle of the small round platform. A quick whoosh sound greets my ears and I immediately find myself on a different teleport pad. This one being close to the coordinates I plugged in.

I am in heaven when my phone chimes. It's a text from Mo. Mo : *Do not G****e Nate. I'm begging you, don't do it until I'm at your apartment tonight* Well, guess what? Like any other kids with super high curiosity, I do what exactly I am told not to. What the .... ****

If only the lady knew that any eighteen year old werewolf would do that comfortably. The lady wasn't alone. In the back of the car was a little boy, seven or eight years at most. He was playing a game on his tablet, it had all of his attention. “You like the game, right? What's the name?” The boy looked up and smiled. “Yes, it's really fun, it's called Butter Slap.” “What happens in the game? You slap people on the face with butter?" To my surprise, the boy nodded in agreement. “Yes! You have played it before? What level did you get to? I doubt you went beyond level seven, half my class didn't go beyond level five.”

I said, "I could keep you company sometimes." "You'll be late for school." he said and walked away. You won't be playing hard to get for too long. ** I saw Adam on my way to 5th period, he was standing at someone else's locker, the owner peeked out on the other side of the locker and I couldn't lie, she was pretty, way prettier than me, silky brown hair and hazel eyes, with full lips painted a nice rosy pink. She had on a black plaid skirt, a black hoodie and was wearing converse sneakers.

Morgan… I paused to remember saving someone. Not long I remember how I saved her and received a stamp on my foot as a reward. The thought of it brought back a twinge of pain from my foot. It was not totally healed.Then I continued to read. … this deed of which I just found out. Come over to my house tomorrow (using the address inside the envelope) for I shall be unavailable today and we shall discuss your reward. I shall be expecting you. Putin Global Inc, Mr. Edgecombe.

Minus “You wanna hear more?” I asked in disbelief. She raised an eyebrow. “I’m here, aren’t I?” “Flyin’ baby Jesus, Cricket. I can’t for the life of me figure out why?” “Would you make up your mind please, Minus,” Cricket ground out. “Do you want me to be a part of this, or not?” “Actually… I don’t know,” I admitted. “That’s not an answer!” she snapped.

My husband, Ace Hensley, has always been meticulous about ranking his life by priority. On our shared calendar, red meant non-negotiable, yellow meant flexible, and gray meant it could be pushed back at any time. His mom's birthday was red. Dinner with friends was yellow. Anything involving me was always gray. For seven years, I had always come last. On our wedding anniversary, I waited at the restaurant until the candles burned down to nothing. He pushed our dinner to the following week and sent me a voice message. "Peyton Griffin is a germaphobe. She wouldn't let the movers touch her boxes, so I went to help. You're the most understanding. We'll make it up another day." I stared at t