Retarded Stuff Novels & Stories

"This is just regular prenatal medicine. Why are you being so paranoid? You didn't protect the child properly, and now you're blaming the medicine?" I smacked the bottle out of his hand. "The pack healer already told me. This is a drug that suppresses perception. Long-term use leads to miscarriage." Liam shook his head wildly and stepped back. "No, that's not possible. Eva said it was just to suppress your bond sensitivity. "She said there were side effects, but it wouldn't cause a miscarriage. At most, it would make you a bit weak. No, that's not possible. That's not possible."

"Khanza, you—" "Bro, I'm tired of taking my medicine. I am tired. The medicines did not help me to heal at all, only lessened the pain and prevented the attack from happening. My heart is getting weaker day by day, I'm sure of that. So, it won't have any effect even if I don't take the medicine." "But, Za—"

I will see you tomorrow okay. [some loud, high pitch screaming, shrieking voices were coming from the backgrounds] Jerika: What’s that? Is someone’s… puppy dying? Martin: No… it’s a g… girl Jerika: Why is she making such voices? Martin: Apparently she is crying Jerika: Why is she crying? Is she in pain? You know what you should help her Martin: I really can’t Jerika: Why? Martin: Well because I am making her cry Jerika: Why would you do that?

Because now I have to play the sick card, which is to make it up an excuse for me being sick. "I'm so sorry love but I got sick I had to sleep it off how does tomorrow sound?" *Ding* "Okay , get better " I opened another email that was from Cheryl. " What the hell! Okay, well call me back when you can. I need to talk to you." I wonder what the heck happened this time. it must be really important if she couldn't tell me through the email.

she asks in her Spanish accent. "Yes ma'am, but I was wondering if you could add something special with it," I say with a smile and look at Nana. "Nana, this is where I need your help. I thought maybe a stuffed animal or something to go with it?" She smiles and takes a look around the shop. She comes back with a mother penguin smuggling her baby. I instantly thought of her and Macy. I spot a monkey for Macy and Marcia gives me the usual discount. "Elliott is the only one who gets a discount. She saved my store a few years ago," she says to Nana. "A couple of young gangsters were destroying everything and trying to break into my safe. One of them had a gun to my head, but she took all three o

"The King is... he’s a lonely little King." ​"Let him call," Mateo mumbled, his arm sliding around my waist just to keep us both from sliding off the seat. "He can call the moon. The moon doesn't answer to Cromwells." ​Everything became a montage of blurry faces and loud choruses. We were all "wasted" in the truest sense—wasted on the freedom, the gin, and the sheer relief of being away from the 40th floor.

he laughs. "Well, I saw it that night that we watched some stupid football game," he rolls his eyes, "I don't even know what compelled me to put it in my bag... I guess I was just curious. It's not a good explanation for stealing, but I hope you won't hate me as much as I thought you would in my head." "I don't hate you at all, weirdo. I feel the same. It was an old journal... from like Freshman year or something. The most harmful thing in it was like an entry about the Anti-New Worlders. But otherwise, I couldn't care less."

Old lady was still crazy. ***

he practically snarls, and the thuds cease as my blood goes ice cold. Seconds feel like years before I hear the devil sigh. "The bure is jammy the old soith exhausted me. Bring me a drink. These females always stick together. Sick or not, that gammy bure will work tomorrow," he grumbles, and my heart rejoices as I hear their footsteps move away.

Marc Marc sat in his truck on the side of his mom's small house, the world not making much sense all of a sudden. He didn't want to go back to campus, too many people to answer to. Staying at his mom's was the only other choice. He hadn't left the bar more than five minutes before he realized he couldn't sleep with the girls. No way. The image of Lisa sitting on his lap, his hands all over her, the smell of her... the fucking smell was so good, it drove him mad.