Pochita Novels & Stories

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“Please make a guess.” Mrs. Lapuz thinks about it hard. Finally, she whispers: “Am I… being Punk’d?” The exact name she said was Wow Mali, a local gag show. Nate can’t help but laugh. Leaning forward across the table, he says softly but clearly: “The friend I’m referring to is Ecto.” It takes Mrs. Lapuz a couple of seconds to place the familiar name. Then her eyes bulge. “Ecto the chatbot?” she hisses.

ZURI POV I giggle as another small Shikaz child waves at us excitedly. Everyone we have walked passed has either bowed their head a little or smiled at us, but the kids seem unable to contain their happiness. Some have yelled out or pointed, while others have waved like we are a friend they haven't seen in ages. "Harvest champions are known by all. We will be public figures from now on. I purchased a secluded home so we wouldn't get exhausted from the attention," Cull says quietly and I look up at his handsome face.

a familiar voice protests, laced with exhaustion and humiliation. I snap my head in the direction of the voice and my breath catches in my throat when I see her. Paige. But she’s unrecognizable. Her once-bright blonde hair is dull and faded, her face hollow and tired, her once-proud stance reduced to something small and beaten down. She looks like a ghost of herself. A filthy man with a bulging stomach and greasy hands grips her arm, his fingers digging into her skin as he smirks down at her. His other hand lifts again, about to strike—

Diane is so nice it's almost too good to be true and her friendship with Kiara is so cherished❤️sooo cute. Love you guys 🦋❤️

I snarled in frustration “there MUST be a way” “No disrespect alpha, but we are making progress. She’s smart, I'll give her that, because following her movements hasn’t been easy. She varied the wait at each stop, and has no clear heading - so we can’t guess her next move. Although she has been going vaguely northwest all we can do is continue to search her last known location and hack into the bus station’s security footage until we catch sight of her again.” My beta Axle repeated to me for what felt like the hundredth time, his large frame casually leaning against a tree did nothing to disguise his deadly grace, he was dangerous and anyone looking at him knew it. He wore an almost bored e

She replied with a smile as she watched Philip leave the studio to answer a call. Dana had settled well in California within the short period that they had arrived. She turned on the T.V and watched the crisis going on in America and then it got to a certain point where she heard about the CRUZ company, owned by Maria and Manuel Cruz. The company was accused of plagiarism and infringement.

“I am here to help you.“ Pissy forgot about the name and looked up. “You want me to escape. But your boss…” Fortune sighed. “Are you even a man? Why would you escape? Or did you really temper with the cameras?“ He asked, his voice turning a little stunned. Pissy froze. He hurriedly shook his head. “You are the only one who knows about my IT knowledge. But you have to believe me, I had passed out. I didn't do anything…” Fortune nodded at him. “Someone is intentionally framing you. I know that you can't even hurt a fly. I want you to help us with getting the real traitor…”

I look at her, and she smiles. "Only those with darkness could hear the screech. Those standing we can trust." Wow. Can I keep her with us always? "Excuse me." I see a girl about the age of twelve walking toward us. I approach her while the others stay back, not wanting to overwhelm her. "Hi, I'm Teegan. What's your name?" I ask her. "I don't have a name. They just call me little bitch." I look at Petra, and she stomps her foot again as people scream in pain.

I asked the attractive guy, but he paid no attention, focused on his phone. Pursing my lips when he didn't respond, I went back to gazing up at the stars. "Slim," he replied flatly, placing his phone on a nearby table. "What's your real name?" I inquired, and he glanced over at me with his cold eyes. "Hayden," he responded, taking a sip from his bottle before placing it back down. "I'm Chloe, but my friends call me C," I started, but my intoxicated mind suddenly had a realization. "I guess nobody is going to call me C now." I laughed, too drunk to comprehend the words coming out of my mouth.