Pochita Novels & Stories

Hey everyone, I just wanted to sincerely apologize Chapter 0033 was accidentally uploaded in the wrong version. It’s not the correct chapter, and I’m really sorry for the confusion or inconvenience this may have caused. I’m working on fixing it and will upload the correct chapter as soon as possible. Thank you so much for your patience and continued support!

Scarlett’s POV: Michael didn’t reply immediately. I set my phone aside and examined the Pikachu plushie closely. Just then, I noticed a button on Pikachu’s chest. I pressed it. “Hello there, I am Pikachu! Starting today, I can keep you company, Master! You can give me a lovely name! Say my new name three times, and the system will automatically record it! From now on, just say ‘Hello (new name)’ to wake me up!”

I connected my phone, opened the private browser tab I kept bookmarked, and cast the video to the screen. The scene loaded instantly and a girl about my age, dark hair, small tits, getting railed on a kitchen counter by an older man. He was tall, muscled, salt-and-pepper hair, the kind of body that looked like it still lifted heavy things for fun. He had her legs hooked over his arms, pussy spread wide, cock slamming in deep and slow while she moaned like she was dying from pleasure. The sound filled the living room with wet slaps, her high-pitched whimpers, his low growls telling her to take it, take every inch.

Her caption read: First Saturday in Colorado and I survived! -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Back home in Oklahoma, Tony lay in bed in his tiny apartment, the glow of his phone cutting through the darkness. The ping of a notification jolted him. He opened F******k, and there she was—Shortcake, looking happy, surrounded by new faces. She’d only been gone four days, but seeing her like this made it feel like a lifetime. Toby hit the like button, staring at the screen for a moment longer. This is what he wanted for her, right? Happiness. Friends. A life beyond home. He set his phone aside, rolled over, and fina

I got back from the academy late with a roll of paper under one arm and charcoal somehow worked into my hair despite having tied it back before class, and I’d stopped near the training courtyard when Elias called my name. I’ve known Elias for years. He’s twenty-three, works under Jaxson, and has recently become insufferable about the fact that his mate is pregnant. He’d shown me the same ultrasound picture three times. I still couldn’t tell what I was looking at, and neither could he, because every time he showed it to somebody he pointed at a different blob and called it the head. “Princess.” I turned. “If you’re about to show me that picture again I’m leaving.”

She leaned over, praying that she was right, and typed in a ten character password. Alphastar1. Zehra held her breath as the screen blinked, verifying the password. Seconds later, the black screensaver vanished. Goal. She inspected the desktop and opened a folder named ‘ZM recordings’ which contained a few dated audio clips. She clicked on one and her hand flew to her mouth when she heard her own voice. “-and the facts are massive and astounding. So I’m just saying that I think there’s this shadow government that like, indirectly controls the world-"

They jump quickly dropping their phone immediately they see me. "What's going on?" I ask looking at them weirdly. "Nothing." Paula says getting up and hiding her phone behind her. "Then why are you acting weird and shifty." I ask. "It's nothing really." Jasmine says mumbling. "Okay then show me the phone." I say. "Sofi it's nothing." Paula says again. "If it's nothing then show me." I say again. "Okay but it's probably just a friend thing." Paula says showing me her phone. It's a video of Noah and Sam at a Beyoncé concert, Noah has his arm wrapped around Sam.

Either shoe went well with her black jeans and blue chiffon blouse. She heads straight for the hospital’s cafeteria to grab lunch. Lost in thought, she didn’t know when the time had passed and her turn had come on the line. Too lazy to pick a balanced meal, she just goes for Chicken Tortillas Soup, Spanish rice, and refried beans. “Doctor Davenport, over here,” Ava signals for Anna to join their table consisting of other residents in her department. Turning her direction towards them, her eyes come into contact with Dylan’s own, and just then, an idea pops into her head.

But she left him like a sheep about to be slaughtered. "For about a month now sir" Anthony replied, trying to be as calm as possible. "What do you do for a living." Mrs Badmus asked, she didn't make any attempt to sound nice, she looked at him in a condescending manner "I'm a computer programmer ma'am." "What part of Lagos do you live in?" "That is not necessary, Vera." Mr. Badmus chided his wife. He knew what must be going on in her mind. "Let me be Desmond, this is my child we are talking about. Do you want her to end up with someone who can barely feed himself?"

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