Random Guy Mga Nobela at Kwento

A heavy sigh escaped him. Just then, a man slid into the seat beside him. ''I hope you wouldn’t mind me sitting here with you.'' The man said politely. Julian shook his head. ''I’m Randy.'' The man said, extending his hand. Julian shook it. ''Julian.'' Randy let out a small sigh. ''Well, Julian… you look like you’re about to bolt from here any second.'' Julian smiled faintly. ''It’s a good party, but it’s not for me.''

He just didn’t know it yet. “What’s your name?” I asked. He didn’t answer. I leaned back in the chair. “Alright. I’ll go first. My name’s Rafael, people call me Spider. And I don’t like people who waste my time.” He was still silent. I turned slightly, gave Ghost a simple nod, and he drove his fist into the guy’s gut hardly. He gasped and wheezed for air, eyes bulging as he hunched over as far as the ropes would let him.

He probably never wore a suit in his entire life. Thankfully, he was a gentleman who didn’t need supervision. “Are we just going to walk around?” I whispered to Alpha Sean. “We can go take our seats, or we could do a quicky in the restroom somewhere. I flushed and looked away with a giggle. “Aha! Finally, a face I do not know.” A random man appeared. He appeared to be in his late thirties and refined. “I’m Hezron. I assume you must be Mr. Sean.”

He said. “Well, a little,” I nodded with a slight smile. “My name is Richard, Alpha Richard of Moon bound pack.” He stretched out his hand to shake me. “Nice meeting you,” I responded, neglecting his extended arm. Just then Jake walks in with a drink in his hand. “Thank you, baby,” I reached out to grab my glass from him. “See you some other time,” Richard nodded, walking away. “Who was that?” Jake asked. “Some random guy that tried shooting his shots at me, I guess,” I explained.

She watched in stunned silence as a random guy sprinted past her and cannonballed into to the swimming pool, sending a cascade of water all over the people lounging at its edge. "Listen," the stranger said, pulling her attention back to him. "it's a get-together party so be careful so be careful". He pointed towards the pool and the throngs of people milling about. "That guy over there, the one in white, is Ronny. He got out of prison yesterday".

I'm really getting bored and annoyed as I continued to tap my nails on the table. I was staring at the entrance when a young man about my age entered. He's wearing a blue baggy pants and an oversized yellow shirt. His shoes were worn out and his bag has a patch in the middle. I looked at his face and he's wearing a thick round eyeglasses and his long hair is tied up like a bun. He's poor, a nerd, he has a bad taste in fashion, untidy and definitely not sexy. Ugh! Just my luck! Here I thought someone like Kaname Kuran will show up and invite me out instead.

the guy asked. "I'm sorry, I don't think I do" I replied. "Ohh, you've probably never seen my picture before" the guy added. "Huh?" I asked. "You are Jola right?" the guy asked again as I looked at him in surprise, I was sure I had never seen him before. "Ye...s" I replied. "Im Goodness" the guy introduced.

No one might talked about it or teased them with what happened but they still felt embarrassed because of that snobbish guy. I was in my deep thoughts and kinda observing the ladies around me when I was suddenly pushed down to the ground! Ouch! “Oof! Sorry!” said a guy with shoulder-length dark hair. He was holding some boxes which smells like meat, probably for dinner. “Wait,” he placed the box down and extended his hand to me. “Here, let me help you up.” Okay, he seems like a good guy. Though, clumsy. And he is not my mate, I can’t feel the connection even though we are looking eye to eye.

She dragged us closer to the middle of the floor, her hair moving over her shoulders as she threw both hands up when the song changed. I laughed. Actually laughing. And for a few minutes, I forgot to check whether anyone was watching. A guy appeared beside me out of nowhere around the third song. Light brown hair, probably late twenties, suit jacket gone and shirt sleeves rolled to his elbows. Good-looking in a harmless way. “I’m trying to decide,” he said loudly enough to be heard over the music, “whether the three of you are celebrating something or running from something.” I glanced at Ivy, who was trying to get Dianna to do a move that probably required medical clearance.

My whole body reacted in a way it never had before. Jezz... I bit my lip remembering, Mr. Grey is really naughty. I could already feel myself getting wet again. No, seriously... I won’t touch myself. “Hey, horny bitch, can you just focus?” I said to myself. Later in the day, I heard the sound of a car outside. Mr.Grey had returned. He walked in, and behind him was a young man. He looked calm and confident. He had studs in both ears, and wore jeans with a fitted shirt, and had a strong build. He looked like he was in his early twenties.