Scraps X Brightney Novels & Stories

Chapter 15. Cordelia, Anita, Donald and Sofia were sitting together and discussing how they could get counter measures for the ants. "If only we could just get bug spray. This would have been so much easier." Anita sighed as she made a frustrated expression. She was the most frustrated even though she wasn't exactly doing anything to help solve the problem at the moment, but she just hated sitting down in one place with nothing to do. She wasn't the critical thinker type, she just preferred action.

she said. "I doubt it," he scoffed. "And besides, I don't want to miss out on my NYSC. Everyone I know says they enjoyed it." "You don't know a lot of people, Amir," she said, grabbing her bowl and leaving the room as well. Up in her bedroom, she reached for her laptop and flipped it open. Over the night, she had been watching 'Me Before You', and before that it was 'Sleepless in Seattle'. She had an entire folder dedicated to sloppy romance movies, which seemed to take her mind off everything else.

I was Gavin Whitestone’s treasure for ten years. Then he abandoned me for another woman three times, and I finally saw the truth. I didn't love him anymore. I have three scars. Each one is named Gavin Whitestone. The first is just below my ribs, from a shootout two years ago. Sofia Bianchi ran out of a corner and took a bullet for Gavin. It hit her arm. Gavin sent every doctor in the city to her side, while I was left in a dark corner, pressing my hand to my stomach to keep myself from bleeding out from a piece of shrapnel.

I hadn’t expected their cruelty, nor how easily they dismissed their own Alpha’s safety, as if it meant nothing at all. As the sounds of the cafeteria swallowed them, my thoughts shifted to Grace’s letter, the one that had brought me into these woods and into this storm. I scanned the room, hoping for a glimpse of her, but there was nothing. Just the same empty hope I had every day. When I stepped into Adrian’s quarters, I wasn’t prepared for what I found. The room smelled of whiskey and exhaustion, the air heavy with silence. Adrian sat slumped in a chair, his head in his hand, surrounded by bottles scattered across the table like evidence of a losing battle.

He nodded and submitted our evidence. It was the complete redemption record for every single scratch card from the book Mom gave me at the start of the semester. 20 minutes passed. The judge frowned and looked up. "We have verified the codes on this book of scratch cards. Indeed, everything the defendant has provided is authentic. "This book of scratch cards cost 500 dollars. The total amount scratched from it was approximately 265 dollars. You intended for the defendant to live on just over 200 dollars for an entire semester?" Mom scrambled to defend herself. "She… She has good luck. Didn't she win five million? Are you sure you didn't make a mistake?"

It was a reason to smile. “Yes,” she said. “Maybe six?” “I’ll get ‘em,” Scars said. “We have a bunch of boxes from a big alcohol delivery before the New Year that we haven’t recycled yet. I’ll grab a few.” “Thanks,” Jo said. “Thank you, all of you. Would you pass that on to Ice too? He left before I got the chance.” “You know it, sweetheart,” Scars said as he walked out the door. “I’ll meet you guys behind Satan’s. You need the bar delivery van, Silver? Or you’ll take the cage from The Garage?”

he winks and he leaves You guessed right , crystal blushed to deep to her hair roots [END OF FLASHBACK] Scarlett giggles " mi girl is so lovesick " " Stop it, I just have an ordinary crush on him " she said pouting Scarlett raises her hand in the air " crush it is ... No objections " she said smirking and heads to her cubicle " Crazy girl " Crystal said blushing One hour later , Scarlett is typing the cash flow statement she has to submit today on her computer, her manger ' Thomas' tapped on her table

This was the moment she’d been dreaming of all along—and she was going to squeeze every ounce of pleasure out of it that she could. “What the hell happened to you?” she sneered. “You look like crap.” Scarlet was windswept, covered in small nicks and cuts. She had tears in her clothes, mud in her hair, and dirt encrusted on her hands. The sight of her disgusted Vivian. Vivian reached in her back pocket for her shard of wood and held it up to Scarlet’s neck. Scarlet’s eyes widened at the sight of it. Vivian watched her neck bulge as she swallowed her fear.

“I only have a few on display at section 3 but any design can be made into a clip or link. Basically just choose your metal and what you would like on it and we can do it.” “Wow! I would deeply appreciate it!” Councilman Mitch actually looked shocked. “Scarlet! Darling!” An older lady called out to Scarlet from a few feet away. She looked like she was skin and bones with a lot of extra skin. Layers of makeup to hide the wrinkles and wearing fur. “Excuse me, gentlemen.” Scarlet said politely and walked to the lady, embracing her in a slight hug. “This really did turn out great.” Councilman Damian said. “Thanks. It was rather easy to put together. If there weren't so many damn flower scents an