Sans Sprite Novels & Stories

She laughs and turns around, trying to fix it. “Well, I got my ass kicked in a fight and got cut up. I wasn’t thinking about my hair too much,” says Kelanar, sticking out her tongue. “Let me. It will go faster,” says Henry as she fumbles around. “You fought well. You didn’t get your ass kicked.” “This is true. You have a few cuts. Sorry about stabbing you in the hand, by the way.” Kelanar smiles and turns so he can fix it. Henry combs her hair with his fingers, then creates a wreath crown braid for her.

It felt refreshing, brand new. "No more apologies." I smiled back. “No more apologies.”

No comment, no message—just a silent, solitary like. She stared at his name on the screen for a long moment before forcing herself to exhale and shrug it off. It was just a like.

Agnes has never been privy to any information concerning Wynn's past or present. Wynn, do you have anything to add to this conversation? Wynn continued to stare up at the starry sky and the ocean in front of them. Although the sight was really beautiful, he was still experiencing feelings of isolation and a lack of something. As soon as Wynn heard Agnes' query, he remained silent and then quickly took a sip of his wine before responding, "It's okay, I'll go to bed early."

Something without a name. Something with many.

He looks at me like he doesn’t believe me, but he has the decency to keep his thoughts to himself. James keeps whispering at me for the next ten minutes, his words still covered by the pack, who have moved on from their fart contest and are now having a heated argument about which iteration of Spiderman was the best. Finally, I can’t take it anymore, and I stalk over there. “All good over here?” I ask, aiming my question at the table at large.

He was the one that I was headed to see today. I walked up to his cell and leaned on the door looking in at him and his familiar. He was a tall man with blue eyes and blond hair. He had black tattoos across his face and he had an odd energy to him. His familiar was a large white horse that I’ve heard him call Toast on many occasions. Who the hell names their horse Toast? “Hello, Dusan,” I said while looking at him sitting on his bed. “King Soren,” he said with a curt nod.

Please choose the appearance you want for your bracelet. Su Lan suddenly put her hand on her forehead. Su Lan (in her mind): This isn't happening. What with the name! Bling bling charm bracelet! I thought hello kitty was bad enough but it actually got worse. What with bling bling!!!! Su Lan thought in her head to change the name. Hello kitty screen: This option is not available please input another command. Su Lan: ..... screen change. Bling bling charm bracelet: How would you like to change the screen?

"Luna, the surgery to remove the Alpha’s mark is excruciating. It’s equivalent to being skinned alive. Are you absolutely sure you want to go through with this?" I looked into the mirror at the black wolf totem on my collarbone—a symbol of an Alpha’s possessiveness—and nodded. "I’m sure."

It was the most authentic thing she had ever felt. "So," Maya whispered against his lips, "does this mean the contract is back on?" Julian smiled, a real, unfiltered smile that would have wiped out his stock price in seconds. "No," Julian said. "From here on out, we’re strictly off-book. No cameras. No scripts." "Just the glitch?" she asked. "Just the glitch," he promised.