Shrill Novelas e Histórias

God, curse the person who created tall heels, push up bras, and tight fitting clothing. The outfit of choice Lana provided was a sleeveless sequined dress the color of blush. It's tight around my body, practically cutting off my circulation. My arms and legs may have been able to breathe, but it was the fact that the fabric circled around my neck. She had me standing tall in silver heels.

Sheryl screamed, so frightened that her face turned pale. She ran away as she yelled, "You're crazy, Catelyn! You're insane!"

“Shit!” Chiri croaked, her throat hoarse after having awoken to find herself amongst the familiar oppressive darkness that was the Abyss. The atmosphere thick with the malice of the shadows that had been cast there for eternity, she coughed from the extreme discomfort of breathing it in. Grasping her chest as she gradually adjusting her breathing to accommodate the thick soup that was considered air, Chiri fought hard to choke back a wrenching sensation in her throat.

His eyebrows were raised expectantly. Jo put her hands on her hips, wondering how many people standing near her were just ignoring her. “Excuse me!” she shouted. A few of them looked at her, but most kept talking. Frustrated, she stuck her fingers in her mouth and whistled so loudly, they might’ve heard it in Moscow.

Even Shin almost forgot that he would one day be hated by Redric when Shireen returned. Instantly Shin felt scared. Afraid Shireen might suddenly come and she is afraid of losing Redric. The two fears she felt were really strange, shouldn't Shin be happy if Shireen came back? Then, why is there in his heart a sense of displeasure when Shireen returns to Redric's life? "Ah, I really have gone crazy!" shouted Shin in frustration. She hit his head and ruffled his hair. "Hey, what's wrong with you, Honey? Are you not okay?"

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

Seeing someone step forward to defend Shirley, Kelly let out a cold laugh. "And who are you to be standing up for her? Do you even know who she is?" "I… Of course, I know her! Ms. Shrill is my idol! I've admired her for years. I know when she debuted, what movies she's been in, and even her favorite foods!" Rowena retorted with an indignant voice. Kelly sneered at Rowena, "Well, you certainly are her die-hard fan."

A mass of high heels clicking could be heard and Brooklyn rolled her eyes when she heard Stacy's voice. "Slut," Stacy coughed as she and her cronies walked past Brooklyn's table. "I'm so offended," Brooklyn called and smiled at Stacy. "Did you get an 8 year old to come up with your insults?" "It's not an insult if it's true," Stacy shrugged. "Oh, I wonder what names I can call you and get away with?" Brooklyn said cheekily. "Bitch, fake, slag two-faced, I guess I could use slut as well, maybe whore-"

Don't you know any manners at all?" Shane yells at Shyra, who was covering side in pain. "First, cock blocking me in the dressing room. Now you're walking out of conversations" Shyra fell in silence, numbing out from her husband's shouting, "How fucking sensitive can you get?" Shane says under gritted teeth and drives off.

Of course, Jackie will never let anything happen to me but just how can she protect me from the messages I've already begun to receive? My usual dull Messenger app is now pinging off the hook. How the students of Greenhall found me is beyond my understanding but they are angry, very angry. I've followed CCR's accomplishments from the very first single they put out two years ago. I've idolized their music, I've watched all their virtual concerts. Heck! They're even my ringtone. Well, more specifically London. Sadly, I can't even bask in the happiness and honor I've been given to be able to sing with them.