Rocky Hail Mary Novels & Stories

the doctor said. "Thank you, doc" as the doc smiles and left. --- "Sweetie, do you want a rib-eye steak or a pork barbecue?" my mom shouted from the kitchen. "I'll have the pork barbecue, mom. Thank you!" I shouted out. 'Hilary is missing' 'Hilary is missing' 'Hilary is missing' The line keeps repeating on inside my head. I feel anxious, worried, and confuse. "Where is she?" a whispered sentence escape my mouth.

Blood flowing down her nostrils and ears with her hands up. *Scene black out.* A new clip reinstated the view as it was shown clearly, Maria had a ball of hail stone over her head. *Scene black out* She yelled the more, as the beats of tension and the piercing pitch sound of silence filled the surrounding. She had the hailstone that could have gotten them all killed in her hands and suddenly she flung her both hands, still up, to the left side.

HER ROCK Chapter 1 Ella's POV: Lonely is a word I could use to describe myself. Sure I have friends, well if you could even call them that, more like acquaintances. But that's all they are. I don't like to hang out or go to after school games or events. I would rather be alone at home in my room reading or watching Netflix. When my friends ask to hang out, which is very rare, I make up some lame excuse so I don't have to.

Their words were like merciless slaps against Mary’s face. Rage swept through her, but she was too embarrassed to argue in return. After stomping her feet forcefully, she spun around and ran off. The mountainous path proved to be treacherous, and there were rocks everywhere. After taking a few steps forward, Mary accidentally tripped over a large boulder and fell flat on her face. Due to the steep incline of the surface, she ended up rolling down the slope like a ball. Rocks cut against her skin, making her scream in pain. “Ahh… help me! Cain, stop watching over there!”

The fans chanted their names and they started singing Seven sang the first line 🎶When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, 🎶When the road you’re trudging seems all up hill, 🎶When the funds are low and the debts are high, 🎶And you want to smile, but you have to sigh, 🎶When care is pressing you down a bit, 🎶Rest if you must—but don’t you quit. "His voice,,,Saranghae oppa!!" Mara screamed out Rocky sings 🎶Life is queer with its twists and turns, 🎶As every one of us sometimes learns, 🎶And many a failure turns about When he might have won had he stuck it out; Jerry 🎶Don’t you give up, Dont you give up

Liam asked anxiously, “Are you alright? Did you hurt your throat from all the crying? “Olivia, you made Ivy cry! Hurry up and make her a cup of her favorite mango juice.” I paused in disbelief. “Have you forgotten that I’m allergic to mango?” Liam’s expression froze. He did not dare to look at me out of guilt. Then he turned his attention to the beautiful woman in his arms as they flirted with each other. I swept the pieces away and tossed them into the trash along with the last bit of longing in my heart. At the same time, I heard Ivy’s sugary sweet voice.

The crowd got loud, rallying around Lillian like she was some martyr. One of her so-called underprivileged students lunged at me, all worked up. I sidestepped and let him fly straight into her. Lillian yelped as she hit the floor. Liam scrambled to help her up, all panicked. She shot the guy a glare sharp enough to slice, irritation flashing fast before she masked it. The loudmouth shrank back, suddenly mute, trying to slip away. I cut him off and stepped into his path, eyes sweeping the room.

Although he was impossible to see so far, he looked up directly to Mara. And cried something against the storm. Mara understood only one word: ‘CHUCKLES’ Anna immediately ripped the rusty key out of her pocket. Too late. The water under the bridge exploded upwards. A huge black wave shot up — and lashed Helena.

“What is it, Rhode?” He moans. “Marty of Crimsonhill is here. He wants to marry you. He says you are his mate!”

“They’re not here and they’re not his.” Rocky bares his sharp teeth at the man. My head snaps toward the second man trying to look through the dark tinted window at Dillon. “GET BACK!” “Rocky, we need a quick shift.” I let my consciousness fall back. From what Rocky says, few wolves can perform what Rocky calls a ‘quick shift’, but he and Avalanche can. It’s a painful and disorienting two seconds for both of us that drains both of our energy. We’ve only performed it twice before. Once when I was eighteen and Dad showed me how and once when Zara was being attacked in front of the library. Rocky pushes forward and shifts as he lunges toward the broken window above Zara, smashing it outward. By