Sans Backgrounds นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The door opened into a frigid office that had diagrams of the human body system on the walls. Dr Jake sat on the chair, looking dainty and immaculate in his white shirt and blue trousers. He brandished his guests a smile that showed his approval. Mrs Williams shut the door behind her and took a seat on the couch. Rosaleen stared blankly at the doctor she faced. He offered her a seat opposite him. He looked different from the previous moments she had seen him. His smile was so large you could barely see his brown eyes. Those eyes reminded her of everything brown — the coffee....

Our lives will never be the same again, but I will always have their back. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Her face flushed and I was sharp to detect the anxiety rolling down to her face as a furrow. My cock felt the strong pulsation and blood circulation was high too. Once again she made me hard with my scenario of her being fuck by me. " You belong to colors, Cupcake. " I caressed her pale skin and she brutally flinched but relaxed against my touch. " Your whole life belongs to colors. Black is for me but the world's all bright colors are yours. Give me that color that doesn't belong to you. Give it to me. " I whispered before opening the caps of the colors.

Only silence. Fade to black.

It's sweet and sour, a very refreshing and appetizing combination. … The clients ate happily. Kenneth and Emily exchanged a glance and smiled at each other, convinced that this business deal was already in the bag. The other colleagues also felt success was imminent and began raising their glasses to toast the two of them. The atmosphere was lively and harmonious. Just then, one of the clients' wives, Aini Baccus, asked, "Why hasn't Ms. Hardings arrived yet?" Kenneth's smile froze for a moment before he forced one back onto his face.

Ken is still standing in front of me. "Oh, really? They look the same for me, my bad kek. Btw don't you have any classes for today?" "Unfortunately I have synchronous class today. God! I haven't even taken a bath yet" "Then what are you doing there? Instead of talking to your dolls like some creepy woman, do your stuff now. Are you planning to face your professor with that kind of face!" He exclaimed. "I don't care, I will just keep my camera off. And what do you mean by with that kind of face, I'm cute with or without shower,"

Something without a name. Something with many.

It wasn’t the background that drew attention, but everything else. Sunlight was painted across the backdrop in slashes of vibrant yellows, reds, and oranges. The sun was a glowing orb off to the side, hovering directly over a cluster of people with flaming red hair. Their eyes were glowing with the same colors of the sun, a pale yellow that shimmered even on paper. “It looks a lot like us.” I confirmed, but a splotch of inky darkness pulled my gaze even lower, towards the slashes that looked an awful lot like mountains.

Her brown eyes glowed with mirth, her dark hair shining brightly as she smiled, flashing her perfect set of white teeth, her canines glistening in the sun. She was beautiful. Her perfect caramel skin glowed in the sun, glistening with sweat as she fought against her opponent confidently, her movements fluid and swift. She wore her signature leather pants paired with a white tank top, flaunting her perfectly toned arms. Amaya Michealson.

The walls thin and the last thing I want is for my two worlds to collide, Lily Rose doesn't need to come in contact with anyone who isn't on these dating sites, if I can even call this dating. Jeff frowns. "What, now?" "Yes, now." I say, ignoring the look of annoyance on his face. "I will make it up to you, I promise. Bye." I log off the site before he can say anything else. After removing my wig a pair of sweatpants and a sweater I rush downstairs to see exactly what has Marshall so pissed off now. Well, as usual it's Santiago and Marshall having a pissing contest. They can never seem to be in the same room without bickering and since we all live under the same roof, it makes our lives pret