Sans Undertale Novels & Stories

With haste, she inquired directly. "Ah, Doctor Johnson. I did not wish to trouble you, but I find myself in need of your help. The young heir of the illustrious Shaw lineage seeks a masterful doctor with the ability to cure Dermatographia Urticaria. His condition surpasses that of mere dermatographism." Mr. Turk divulged. 'He is attempting to rid himself of his ailment, but why? I am aware that he can already make contact with Abigail, as they have engaged in intercourse. Could it be that he is unable to touch his own son? Despite being family?' Kelsa pondered to herself.

I flushed and I didn't know what had overcome me but my tongue was tired of being bitten back, "I will not do anything-" He cut me off with a low chuckle, "What a wild imagination you have, Heron," and it was only then that he drew the object from his pocket. I forgot how to breathe. "What-" "Heron Ellis, if you cannot pay me today, you must pay me in another way," his devilish grin cut across his face, dangerous, everything about him was dangerous. And the parts that weren't dangerous, were uncontained, broken from any mold anyone could ever press him into.

Alex (1029) I was taking too much of her blood but it tasted exactly like the way she smelled, cantaloupe and a mixture of honey, I wonder how she got to tasting so sweet? I drew back and licked at the cut so it would heal faster than just leaving it open and she wouldn't bleed to death.

Aarav Kapoor It was raining heavily outside so Ahana, Ananya, Ayan & shruti are staying until the weather clears. Everyone was seated in the living room playing UNO cards. And I was ofcourse losing very badly. These people I tell you; are very good at playing these games and me being the boring one I am, i ofcourse am not very good at it. "I'm done!" Shanaya yelled at played her last card and I glared at her.

"And let it be a way for us to go our separate ways, as it already is." "No!" Portia protested, violently shaking her head as tears finally threatened to spill over. "We didn't do it for nothing. You didn't just give this away like some cheap gift! You love me, and I love you, Antonia—" Antonia hissed, sharply cutting her off. "You misunderstood me, Ms. Laurent. Nothing special happened. It was just a normal interaction between strangers who both needed something to pass the time." She spoke with an icy detachment, implying she was merely bored and used Portia for temporary entertainment, stripping the night of any personal meaning.

Martin booked the flight home on a Tuesday afternoon, one-way, no return ticket. The decision came quietly, without fanfare—sitting on the porch of the coastal cottage as the gray waves crashed below, the small notebook open on his lap, the last of Damien’s letters folded inside. He had read them all twice, then a third time, until the words felt like they were etched into his skin. The chain was gone from his neck, but the ghost-weight lingered, a constant ache that no amount of beach sprints or hill runs could erase. He stared at the horizon for a long time, the notebook page with his own single line—“I’m still here. Still breathing. Still yours—if you’ll wait”—staring back at him. Then he

She whispered to him in a sing song, putting air quotes in the word girlfriend, i heard everything cause was seated beside her, Todd seemed thrown off for some second before getting himself back "Let's just focus on the game" Todd said and gave her a little mouth kiss before they faced the board "Drink if you have a tattoo" Was rolled and read out, Cole, Alex, Todd, Gwen, Claire and few other guys drank their shots "Everyone drink" Was rolled so we all took our shots "Never have i ever, hooked up in my parents room" A girl read out, two guys said they had "Ohhhh" we cheered and they both drank their shot

He asked. “My name? Do you think I’ll tell it to you just because? Forget it!” She laughed. “My name is Bastian, Bastian Mendez, and I want to spend a good night with you, may I?” She smiled mischievous. It seemed like her best chance to spend a good night and take some money with her had arrived. BAR TWO MOONS “Why? Why didn’t you tell me? Why did I have to go through that shame?” Susan raised her voice.

Philip replied walking to the shower stall. "Philip, you have to take your underwear off" "Oh yes, I forgot" Philip shyly took his underwear off, wanting to curl himself up in a ball, and entered the stall, Mikhail right behind him trying to keep his control. "Why do we have to do this underwater, Mikhail? It's so embarrassing" "Because the water helps to soften the pubic hair and make it easier for the razor to glide" He answered turning the water on "Now, can you turn to me, prince?"

she said with a sly grin, her eyes twinkling with mischief. I looked at the package in surprise, my heart quickening with curiosity. Who could be sending me gifts? I carefully unwrapped it, revealing a box of the most exquisite chocolates and a single red rose. Nestled amidst them was a folded piece of parchment, a handwritten note. My friends leaned in, equally intrigued. As I opened the note and began to read, the words filled me with shock and disbelief. It was from Jace, the Alpha's son, a name that had become synonymous with trouble in my life lately. He was inviting me to dinner, just the two of us.