Pỏn Novels & Stories

Joey says to me and I answer with a sharp nod before digging into the sweet-smelling food. A few minutes into the meal, I try to make conversation, “What part of Zorah are you guys from? I don’t know much about the geography of the place but I’d still like to know.” Thea answers first, as usual, “Well I’m from Corva, the trade capital, and so is West.” “I’m from Doran, a small, quiet place. And you?” Joey asks. “My mom’s from Orion so I guess I can say I’m from there too.” I answer.

But I couldn't. I took out my phone and messaged my mother if I could spend a few days with them. Without waiting for her response, I turn off my phone and start to work, in order to get my mind off the letter. And what was written in the letter? 'Next time, use the green' _____________________________ -VOTE- -COMMENT- -STAY SEXY AND SAFE-

 ~AUTHOR'S POV~

By the time we had gotten up and ready most of the tents had been taken down, as we stood watching the commotion for a moment a wolf came up to us, "Good morning sirs, madams, your breakfast is waiting over there by that fire," he said pointing "Oooo breakfast," Lanna said pushing her way over to the food, "Errr well, yes ill be taking your tent down before we all set off," the wolf said snapping his fingers to get the attention of two other wolves, he then bowed to us and got to work taking our tent down.

It's from Monika. *How is your little peanut doing?* She texts. This little whore did not! ... (to be continued)

Brena remained silent for a moment as she tried to find the right words to say. “I have to show you something,” she said, breaking the silence. “What?” I was confused as I watched Brena pull out her phone. She scrolled through it before stopping and staring at the screen. My heart beat with anticipation as I wondered what she had to show me. I tried to prepare myself for what it was because it could have been anything. Brena glanced up at me, and I could tell that she was debating on showing me. Finally, she extended her arm to hand me her phone. I took it from her and stared at the screen. Instantly, my heart began to hurt.

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.

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

🧁ARIA 🧁 " Mom why are we here ? Why can't we go back home ? " Red fired Questions at me as I passed him takeout for dinner . " We're gonna spend this night at this lodge okay , I promise I'd look for a solution " I said and he frowned . " Did the landlady chase us out already ? He asked sadly and my eyes stung with tears . " It's okay mummy I was tired of staying there anyways this lodge seems nice ... there's a really cute bed " he said and flashed me a grin .

The pups run down the stairs eager to get some food. I swear they ate like 10 times a day. “ Me first! “ One of the pups demand “ No, me first, Jayden! “ A pup cries “ Mabel promised me that I could go first since I went last time, “ the pup said bossily. Their innocent playfulness makes me smile. A real, genuine smile for the first time in a long time. I wish my biggest problem was what number I was in the breakfast line.