Sans Backgrounds Novels & Stories

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,"

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

With a shy expression, Yuka thanked him as he courteously held the door open for her. Upon stepping inside, Yuka discovered a surprisingly relaxed atmosphere that contrasted with the bar's facade. The majority of the tables were occupied, with individuals engaged in hushed conversations that exuded an aura of intimacy. It was a refreshing change from the typical rowdy bar scene where people simply sought to drown their sorrows in alcohol. Ryu surveyed the room, scanning for a suitable place to sit, while Yuka mirrored his gaze. After a brief moment, she suggested sitting at the bar, to which Ryu readily agreed. They made their way towards the bar counter, securing adjacent seats. Ryu effortl

Before bed, I ran a bath, wanting to scrub myself clean. But the second I took off my clothes, the bruises on my skin showed up, bluish and sharp against the light. And just like that, the memories from last night came rushing back. I still remembered the heat of Nathan's body pressed against mine and the way he whispered sweet words in my ear, making me believe every single one. It all echoed as if he were still right there. I kept scrubbing my skin until it turned red.

"We’re all the same Take a look around We try to find ourselves We try to not fall down." Silvia noticed Mika, her girlfriend and Karim were singing along with her and Claudia. Karim saw her questioning frown and shrugged. “The Sisterhood did their homework, Superior Mother,” she said, and kept singing with the others, following Jim. "I know that it seems strange To forget about our past All the memories, they fade How it happens way too fast." The rest of No Return was coming out as well and Tom sang the background vocals for Jim, still hanging his bass from his shoulder.

The hills were covered in a thick fog, and the breeze was cool. Finnegan walked confidently in the front, wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of green sweatpants. Even the muscles on his calves were showing behind the pants' materials, let alone the rest of his body. The tight shirt complemented the well-defined muscles on his chest, and his biceps showed how much training he had done. Elara took off her windbreaker and tied it around her waist. Then, she continued moving with her gaze lowered. She didn't dare to look forward at all.

“We have a long way to go so just-” “ALL MY LIFE, YOU STOOD BY ME WHEN NO ONE ELSE WAS EVER BEHIND ME.” “Yes!” Seb literally yelled. “That’s the spirit oh my God. WITH YOUR LOVE, NOBODY CAN DRAG ME DOWN.” “ALL MY LIFE, YOU STOOD BY ME-” “Yes, yes, WAS EVER BEHIND ME,” Seb excitedly hyped Alex up as he sang along. “Okay, here we go. The highlight. You ready? WITH YOUR LOVE, NOBODY CAN in 3,2,1-”

"I'll be back next week to take a look." I hung up the phone and looked at the wine glass in my hand. The red wine swirled gently in the glass, like liquid ruby. "To freedom." I said softly. Then I drank it all down. (End)