Sans Au List Novels & Stories

The reason why she would disappear at times was all because of this? Brain tumour? Zaria's mind went blank when she heard of this. 'Aunt has a brain tumour?' 'Since when?' 'Why did she not tell this to anyone? Not even her uncle knew about it.' Zaria bit her lips, hard, trying her best not to cry out loud. "Lisa, she has a brain tumour.." Ria could not even believe herself when she said these words. "...Sh, She didn't even tell anyone." "Ria-"

Once I was done , I closed the curtains and started to stretch my legs and arms. *1 hour later * I was dripping in sweat by the time I was done and tired. deciding to work the rest later on, I headed back to my room . After a quick shower I looked up more places before I called the studio on the human territory . Talking to the manager of the building and setting up a showing date for later today , so with that done i relax on my bed. I closed my eyes for a little bit then I heard my phone ring . I groaned at not wanting to answer it . Looking to see it was a text from an unknown number " training tomorrow morning 7am, training grounds ." " Wtf" I said to myself thinking it was a joke . I wa

The edges were crisp as if cut with a scalpel. Jack slit it with a blade. Foam sleeve slid out, slick like a fish; inside, a single clear specimen tube kissed by bubble wrap. An index card followed, obedient as a dog. The vial wore a green cap. The white label was as plain as a threat: SUPERNATURAL Pauly, behind him, let out a low whistle. “No chain of custody. No sender. It’s theatre.” Jack flipped the card. Neat block capitals, the kind taught by schools where uniforms are ironed with rulers:

No attempts to fix it. Just silent company in the dark.

Make the right decision. All I can hear is a low, angry growl and I realise it is coming from me and Atari.

“Hey, dude, let’s go for a walk,” Sean said, ignoring the mayhem left in the room after the party. Jim didn’t seem to listen, cursing under his breath as he went through the phone menus. “Jimbo.” “Fuck!” “What’s up, man?” Sean grabbed a beer from the minibar on his way to his brother. “I can’t fucking find it! I deleted the DMs by mistake and now I can’t find the fucking number!” “You looking for a phone number?”

I shrug. “Okay, I like her.” she points to me and looks at Rhea. “I’m Veronica by the way. Veronica Ryan. Grade B.” “Grade?” I raise a brow, confused. “A Grade basically tells how dangerous a person is. And before you ask, the difference between A’s and B’s is that A’s have committed murder.” “But mine is asterisked?” “It’s never been given before but I’m guessing it means numerous counts of murder.” Yeah. That makes sense.

“I didn’t think you’d actually give it to me.” “I know, which is why I gave it to you. Would you like to go through it?” he asked. “Do you want me to?” I asked in confusion, only to get a shrug in response. Now I know why he didn’t mind. Six’s phone is borderline brand new, and I’m not talking about the actual phone. I mean that he doesn’t have any messages (except the one text he sent me last night), a call history, photos, videos, or even an internet history. He only has Cash, Eli, Westley, Summer, and, surprisingly, Noah and I’s numbers only.

He exclaimed. Lauren gasped, "Apologies, Doctor." Osler looked through the microscope again and gasped. He turned the nobs but all he could see was just Tierra's blood. "Is everything alright, Doctor?" Lauren asked. Osler ignored her, grabbing the blood that's left and poured it over the virus that was on another microscope. He looked through it and again, the virus had disappeared. He chuckled. "Doctor?" Lauren tried again.