Shoshanna Restart Novels & Stories

I added, "You once claimed that this was a safe haven meant for just the two of us. Now that she's in the picture, I'm more than happy to step aside. Don't try to persuade me otherwise, Jake. "I'm tired of your nonsense. I prefer to end this on a slightly less terrible note. I wouldn't dare to think of what I might do if this gets any worse than it already is." Jake's chat history was just the tip of the iceberg, and my patience was fast wearing thin when he allowed Sonia to come onto him. Jake protested, "Sonia is my assistant! Why are you so bothered by her? I wasn't even bothered when you lived with your ex for a year!"

“I’m sorry I called you that.” Shanna glared at him, but she seemed satisfied. “Now can we go someplace to talk?” he asked in an irritated tone of voice. I looked over at Shanna. She sighed loudly, like she was the most put-upon person in the world. “Fine. It is Friday night… I could hook up with somebody and crash at their place…” Kevin raised his eyebrows at me like WHY did I have to apologize, exactly? “HEY!” Shanna shouted and pointed at him. “Stop judging me!”

Shawna said and began to count. “THREE!” Shawna yelled, called her missile launcher, stood up, and started firing one missile after another. The good thing about her missile launcher she didn’t have to reload all she had to do was keep calling missiles. "WHAT THE HELL KIND OF COUNTING WAS THAT?" Tavie yelled getting up. "I SAID ON THREE!" "BITCH YOU SKIPPED ONE AND TWO!" Trixie said, as Shawna kept firing missiles at the Leviathan. The fourth missile struct the Leviathan in the leg and he fell. “GO, GO RUN NOW!” Shawna yelled, as she started running, still firing missiles with Tavie and Trixie behind her. She got to the door and turned to fire more missiles until Tavie and Trixie got to the

“Great. Well I’m back now.” “You okay? You look, different. I mean you look great, like you’re so much more alive than I’ve ever seen you,” Noah breathes, as if he is stuck in a trance. Ironic, since I’ve died and come back, but he’s not about to find that out any time soon. Well, at least not in front of his assistant. “Truly…Your skin,” I hear Gia say from behind me. “Noah, did I lose my job? I swear I can explain everything. Like, I’m back now and not going anywhere,” I tell him, hoping he can hear the desperation in my pleading tone.

"Stop Sharra without killing her. Do that and we might consider allowing all supernaturals to live." I was flabbergasted. How was I supposed to stop someone as powerful as Sharra without killing her? It was impossible. On the other hand, I found I liked the idea. I hated killing. Doing so left me feeling so much guilt and I was tired of that. "Fine. I'll find a way to do that," I said, nodding with finality. "If you can stop Sharra without killing her, that will initiate the reset we require," the woman said, and snapped her fingers.

"Did you just mention Oshana Group? They..." "They messed with someone they shouldn't have." Oberona took a deep breath before shaking her head slowly. "Tell Vandalf to shut down all Oshana Group operations in Wyverna and remove all their employees from the country. "We will let the Oshana Group go bankrupt and reorganize the company according to Temple Master Kane's instructions."

The man with the brass skin and the violet eyes looked at the Architect-King with a mixture of envy and disgust. "You're wasting your time, girl," the First Shadow said, his shadow-blade humming with a viral frequency. "The Nulls didn't just put him in a suit. They made him the **OS**. If he remembers you, the system crashes. If the system crashes, the 'Pre-Script' collapses, and every soul currently being processed in those Reapers is deleted forever."

"You have the Sovereign’s archives. You have the Lane files. Rebuild him." Vossen swallowed hard, his eyes darting to the glowing monitors. "There is... one way. A complete cellular reset. We can flush the serum and the Syndicate’s neural-coding from his system. We can use the Heir’s raw energy to jumpstart his natural biological repair." "Then do it," I commanded.

Charles was still stubbornly trapped in his delusions, and he screamed, "Just wait a little more! I have to be right, my superpower lets me see the future!" Having lost her trust in him, Iris shook her hand out of his grip and ran straight out the door. However, the weather outside had already become -94°F, and there was no more electricity and water, much less any transportation, so she had no choice but to return to the Dennings. Sipping another warm cup of milk tea, I activated my generator. Because of the weather, the surveillance footage was cut out more often than not, but I could tell what was going on at their place through the comments in real time.