Random Quirks Novels & Stories

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As one of the country's top high school teachers, I have helped countless students get into the best colleges. But I somehow find myself reborn as a poor kid from the countryside while attending a ceremony honoring my achievements. A mysterious voice echoes in my mind. "If you fail to get into college, you'll die!" How hard can that be? It's just getting into college. That's hardly a challenge for a genius like me. But soon I realize that getting into college isn't really about how smart you are. In the end, it all comes down to people and their motives.

Aria hated the idea of being a statistic. She had always loathed keeping up with trends and following clichés, but naturally, there was an exception, that exception had a name; coffee. Like every other warm-blooded American, Aria was no stranger to this addiction; it had developed over the years and she could not shake it no matter how hard she tried.

Ding! "Congratulations to the host for obtaining a one-time lucky draw chance." The system’s sound was heard in Lucas' mind. Lucas thought to himself that such cheat codes often came to him effortlessly. Without thinking too much, he used that one-time lucky draw chance. Subsequently, the imaginary pointer started spinning on the roulette. After a few seconds, it stopped. Ding! "Congratulations to the host for obtaining a skill to change a zombie's gender." Skill to change a zombie's gender: enables the host to change the gender of a zombie to his liking. It can only be used once on each zombie.

She asked. " I'm going to help everyone without power and money." I said. " What about people with power and money? " she asked me. " people like that find their way of survival." I responded. " What if you pretend not to know me when I come visit ?" She asked. " in the future,come see me with this...." I handed her a four leaf clover " I'll pretend I know you." I said before walking out,running to catch a bus. I didn't wait for her reaction. Didn't bother looking back.

*Hi* *It seems that you win* *I tried ignoring you but couldn't* *Funny how people we barely know becomes a part of our happiness* that's because you barely leave your video game *Well the last few days of not chatting you have been sort of lonely* how is it possible when we have only chatted twice, well if it makes any sense its the same for me. *Maybe it's because I am still amazed seeing a female that loves Naruto* this one made me smile. *So, sorry for being selfish and refusing to open W******p* *I hope you are seeing this because I have no idea how this works* What are you living in a bush? You don't even know how W******p works. *Hello, better reply or I am taking back everything I ju

He had brought me here to help celebrate her. I sat listlessly in a corner, nursing a drink, feeling completely out of place. Across the room, Kade and Sara were huddled close, whispering and laughing together, lost in their own private world. The night devolved into drinking games. Then, the worst one started. "Kade!" someone yelled. "Time to choose! The screen will show you options—pick your ideal Luna!" The large screen flashed through images of famous models, actresses, and then... Sara. And me. My photo was up there next to hers.

Just as we pull into the parking lot, Martina speaks up from the back. "Well, if we're keeping score, rogues are definitely on the losing side." "What do you mean?" Emily asks. I already know, so I turn my head before I burst out laughing. "In penis size. They were all tiny. However, our warrior here is quite impressive. Is anyone else into show and tell so we can see if my theory is right, or will you let Scott win this round?" She asks. Petra, Kiana, Emily, and I laugh loudly while the men ignore her. Yeah, we needed this right now. Although not to brag, Scott doesn't have anything on my prince.

She tried another website—one of those reverse phone lookup services that usually dug up embarrassing details about people’s addresses and relatives. The loading symbol spun for a few seconds. Then the page refreshed. No match found. Arielle frowned harder now. She tried a third website. Then a fourth. Still nothing. The silence of the apartment suddenly felt heavier. Her fingers hovered above the keyboard. “Who are you?” she whispered again. As if the universe had been waiting for that exact moment, her phone vibrated against the coffee table. The sound made her jump. Her heart slammed painfully against her ribs. Slowly—very slowly—she picked up the phone.

The four words were: *Everyone is watching you.* Ava had spent the rest of lunch trying to identify the number. It wasn't saved in her contacts. It wasn't the same number Mason had used yesterday. She had typed back a single question mark and received nothing, and by the time the bell rang for fifth period the message was sitting in her phone like a splinter, small and specific and impossible to ignore.