Sloppy Seconds Novels & Stories

ATHENA One month later…. “You know,” Sloane says, tossing a bag of tortilla chips into the cart with flair, “I think my uterus has grown cobwebs. Literal. Freaking. Cobwebs.” I snort so loud a nearby toddler swivels to look at me. “Sloane!” “What?!” she grins shamelessly, pushing her sunglasses up on her head as she saunters past the cereal aisle. “It’s been so long, Athena. I’m talking ghost-town, tumbleweed-rolling, 'CLOSED FOR BUSINESS' kind of long.”

“That would be the start and every time I make mistakes, you will bottle it up until you can take it anymore and explode. And by the time I realized that you knew about the affair, it was already too late because you had already moved on from me.” “Oh.” I nodded. “That is what most women do when they want to give the person they love a second chance. They would pretend that nothing was wrong but they were observing. And every time they got hurt, their feelings for their partner were slowly fading away until it was too late for it to restore.” “And I thank you for choosing to let go for a while instead of giving me a second chance immediately.” He touched his forehead to mine. “You didn’t let

I whispered back to Chase. "Shift change and newbies is what it boils down too. We need to get more training in. Shift change is taking 20 minutes and it should only take 3-5 minutes. I don't like the kids who are on this patrol right here. They play around too much." Damion explained

Emily nodded as she walked down the Hall still in her husbands embrace. ________________________________________________________ Going forward Michael will be Called Sam. "It's been two weeks can't I go home yet" Sam spoke in frustration " I feel fine I can walk, talk and piss when can I fucking leave" Sam bellowed at Doctor Jones. "Sam you have to realise you came in with severe head trauma. By rights it would take two to five years to completely recover but you have recovered fully in two weeks. This is unprecedented, we would like to run more tests" Before he could finish

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she said with a self-conscious smile. As if he wanted to change the subject, he returned her attention to the obstacle. “All right, this is The Hill,” he said as she took a drink out of a water bottle and set it back down on the floor. She nodded her head, and he continued. “It’s pretty simple. All you’ll need to do is just get up and get back down in six seconds.” Cadence had never worked out like this before, but she felt she had just a little bit left to give him. “Six seconds?” she clarified. She had no way of knowing if that would be easier for her or not.

Want You Back - 5 Seconds of Summer Gerald's POV 🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯🍯 Creckless, smart, stupid! I admit, the stupid woman is smart, but stupid reckless, without calculation. I clearly couldn't believe what came out of Rara's mouth. I'm not a fool who does anything without analysis. I also could not concede because I was still a teenager.

“She is here for seconds.” “You can convert hours into seconds,” The brown one told the blue one. “All hours are seconds.” “All seconds are milliseconds then.” The blue one rolled his eyes. “You are trying to be over smart, but you are foolish.” “No, you are foolish.” “No, you are.” “You know what?” The brown one looked at me. “She is the foolish one.” “I think so too.” The blue one agreed, “She has been staring at us like a dimwitted fool.”

The rain in Manhattan intensified, a relentless clatter against the asbestos roof of the derelict repair shop. Inside, the air tasted of ozone and stale grease. Sophia stared at the red countdown ticking away on the flickering monitor—18:42:15. Time was no longer an abstract concept; it was a physical weight, a noose of reality tightening with every digital pulse.

Others paid for super chats with long tongue twister challenges as the fuck machine took it up a new speed. Every thirty seconds, Queenie had to guess the speed, and the mods kept a tally of her answers and the results of the speed auction. The score after slow mode ended was seven over twelve correct answers. London gasped at the medium speed and new vibration setting that happened simultaneously. “Fuck! Eight! No, wait. I meant six! My brain isn’t working too well now.” Laughing at the poor streamer who squirmed on the chair like a child who needed the bathroom badly, London tried to maintain her dignity by not making such a lewd face in front of the camera. However, her efforts were in va