Rnd X Scraps Novels & Stories

I screamed. He was taken aback upon seeing me with no control. Mad. F*cking mad. Out of my sanity. I stepped forward as he stepped back. “You... you f*cking, Silva. You f*cking call me a f*cking bitch! I am no slut, nor a wh*re! I am just a bad f*cking bitch who beats men *sses and not f*cking and sucking and riding their f*cking d*cks!” I shout and threw the glass of wine towards him. The glass shattered as his blood drops. The broken glass cut his arms.

Give me all the information you have about Scarlett *grins* Rylan folds his fist in anger wishing you appear in front and punch the hell out of him ....

The cut on my forehead was now a light pink shade, barley a scratch. I need to ask him what herbs those were… I made a mental note. After deciding I was enjoying my dream, I opted to go back to sleep. I tried to stay on a schedule, but I felt like the last 36 hours had allowed me some flexibility. I turned the alarm in my room off before returning to bed. Around noon, I woke to Scarlet shaking me. She mentioned something about Bethany wanting to talk with me. I slid out of the bed pulling my joggers on before following her into the main house. Upon entering I headed straight for the coffee machine.

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I set the bar too high. “We just need one ointment.” I stated as I glared at his basket full of skincare products. Following my gaze, Randall also look at his small basket overflowing with products. He throw me a bewildered look and said, “but these products are for different purposes, one for the scratches, one for reducing the inflammation, one for the possible irritation, one for the—” “Okay, I get it now!” I cut him off, as people where now openly staring at us.

Ryan chuckled softly, his eyes crinkling at the corners. “Really?” he replied. “And what’s so beautiful about my basic green eyes?” Scarlet shrugged innocently, her smile not wavering. “As far as I’m concerned, there’s nothing basic about your features,” she confessed. “People would pay to have your looks, including those stunning eyes of yours.” Ryan chuckled again, genuinely taken aback by Scarlet’s sudden praise. “Are you drunk already?” he teased. “You’re not being normal right now.” Scarlet playfully rolled her eyes, her laughter echoing in the air.

or, “Don’t fuck it up.” He didn’t. The recycler rolled to life, a deep purr, and Loam almost wept when he saw the output: several neat bricks of nutrient paste, ready to sell or eat or trade. He paid in product first—three bricks, barely warm—then produced the second prize, wrapped in a gas-tight envelope: a capsule, true Violet Rain, hyperstamped and cold as glass. “I thought it was a hoax,” Xander said quietly. “Oh it is, mostly. But someone always keeps a seed for the long winter.” Loam nodded, patted his pocket. “You want a real party, come back tonight. I’ll give you a discount on the next round.”

Blood is no longer coming out of the scar… but the pain is like a war drum in Randu's head. Burdak took out something from his clothes pocket. A lump wrapped in rags. He threw it at Randu quickly and of course the woman couldn't catch it. Randu took the lump, and it turned out to be a lump of dry bread the size of a hand. She eats it greedily. She doesn't care that Burdak would make fun of her for being so rude. She is like a hungry dog. Squat down and eat the bread without breathing.