Novel & Cerita Quiz For True Friends

It's against the rules and werewolves stick to rules. To my surprise though, no one steps forward to arrest me. They all look uncertain. Like they're not too sure what to do. “This is unjust,” my best friend says as she steps forward. “You can't arrest her. She's just saying the truth. She has proof to back it up. That doesn't make her traitor, that makes her strong.” I'm so proud of her just for standing up to him, but I'm also worried. What if he arrests her now too? What if he executes her? I would never be able to live with the guilt.

I don't want to give him the wrong idea. We get out back and there are string lights and we headed out to the patio furniture. There were enough seats for all of us. There were two long ones that sat two people each and one chair for one person. I quickly pulled jerica down beside me. Abby and Brock sat together. Alex sat in the chair alone but pulled it next to me. Geez. This guy isn't taking a hint. There is a coffee table in the middle. Abby put all our shots down. "Let's play Truth or drink!" Brock immediately starts pouring us all a shot. "Yeah, lets do it." Brock says. "I'll start. What do you drive?" She asked. "No car." I said. "BMW." Alex said. "Benz truck baby!" Brock shouts. "Hond

Not forgetting my backpack l take out a formal attire and l hurriedly change into it removing my boots wearing heels as l charge at my target. Entering the building brought some kind of uneasy feeling that everything might not go the way as l planned. I take a seat at the reception seeing some of the participants cry as they leave the room. I take out my resume as l look at my false details everything was made up thanks to Hozumi's help. She had been lending me some help for the past three months. "Next is Shizuku Kenba" "I am here" "Come this way."

Alfredo answered while giving the man a bro handshake. His eyes drifted towards me and he gave me a warm smile. "Hey cutie, what you're name?" He asked. I looked at Alfredo unsurely but he nodded encouraging me. I smiled and answered "Jessica." "Well it's nice to meet you, sweetheart, I'm Ben." He said holding his hand out. I shook his hand and then he introduced me to the rest of the people. They were all so friendly and welcoming and I found out that Sandy is dating Henry and Trish is dating Carl.

I look over at Quinn and blurt before I can stop myself. "Are we friends now?" I ask and he huffs out a laugh. "Sure." He says and I smile at how nonchalant he is. I need to take some lessons from him. "Can I go to Dungeons and Dragons with you this Sunday?" I ask teasingly and he looks over at me with a surprised look on his face. "Sure." He says again and I find myself becoming more acclimated to his limited conversation skills. "Can't wait." I say, refocusing on the screen.

Dede left the place descending the staircase into the ground floor. "What are you two up to?" the gentleman asked. "Nothing," Jolie and Christina responded in unison. "Were you checking the curvy girl out, just now?" Eva asked the gentleman in a whisper but before he could answer Jolie's voice was heard "My turn," Jolie said almost screaming. "Mr Adams, truth or dare?" she said with a mischievous smile. Bryson raised his head and looked at Jolie smiling excitedly. "Dare," Bryson said.

A few days later, photos of Xavier Quinn meeting with the chairman of the Santana Group made headlines in major news media. Afterwards, he and Wendy stood together for interviews, with Wendy intimately holding onto his arm, looking like a picture-perfect couple that made others envious. "Miss Santana, have you heard about the rumors regarding Miss Mia Frank? Is there anything you'd like to say?" a reporter asked. Wendy confidently replied, "In this day and age, who hasn't had a troublesome ex? What matters is that Xavier and I have found each other, and we'll have a wonderful future together. There's no need to bring up irrelevant people from the past."

IF women ruled the world, they would be no war, just a bunch of countries not talking to one another. Ashley, as the oldest among her friends had realized that true friends are not the ones that never fight, but the ones that come back together after a fight. When her girlfriends called her, and Nichole said. "Bro." Genevieve said. "Bro." She had to say it as well, they made up.

"You know it's really hard to find friends like them who could truly stay by your side until you grow old" "Indeed" said Jalyer, but do he knows about it. He was still young and probably a lot of different type of friends would come through his way, some are just temporary, some are just there when they badly need something from you, some are even just there for your mere accompaniment. True friends are not just the type of friends that you meet during the course of your day, you can possibly meet them in an unexpected encounter and it's the hard times that kick fake friends out of your bag. "What are you cooking?" Jayler asked, curiously peeking at what Richard's doing.

The night went on, cloaked in silence and twinkles of light, but for the four friends seated on the patterned blanket on the balcony, time remained frozen. “Your turn,” Amanda chirped as she returned the bottle to the floor and turned it. They'd been playing a game of truths, and it had been pretty superficial, not going beneath the surface. The questions that were asked were the usual, name of their schools, favorite color, best childhood memory, and preferred TV show. Amanda smiled when she mentioned the Simpsons. It was so cliche but even after all these years, her love for it never reduced.