Soda Pop Head Book Novels & Stories

Dawn exclaimed, with her hands flying out of the window. Jodie stretched out her hands to turn the radio on all the way from the backseat, it was "I love you baby" by Frank Cinatra. This felt good. I unconsciously began to hum to the rhythm and before you know it, we were all singing out loud. Our voices filling the cool night air. It was just like a scene from one of those old movies, until Jodie tapped me. "Kleo," My eyes followed her arm to see what she was pointing at. A freaking truck was headed our way.

I guess it is for a short road trip stop. I push the door and feel the cold blow of the air conditioner on my skin. The atmosphere smells a mix of fresh air, chemical fragrance, food, and some beverages. The two walls facing outside are transparent, maybe so people could take a peek at what this place has in store. Every shelf is categorized with the foods and other essentials, which are aligned beside each other. I step my heels on the white tiles and go behind the chips and candies section, where the beverages are. The tips of my fingers press the cold clear fridge, moist clinging to my skin. I feel like a villain looking down at the drinks picking targets on what I should gulp down. My ey

"2 things I need to make clear to you buddy. 1, nothing can ever hurt me. And 2, Anderson Gabriel Matheos doesn't fall in love. Know those things and know peace. Sayonara." His words play in my head throughout the drive to Christ knows where. I stop at a coffee shop to get at least something healthy to drink. "1 iced Americano. Could you add extra sugar in it?" He nods and goes to get my order ready. I take a booth by the window once I get my drink and a doughnut. I'm completely sober right now, and I hate being sober. It gives me a lot of time to think, but there's nothing good in my head.

💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞 Series Order: Book 1- Loathing Logan Book 2- Still In Love With You Book 3- Loving Your Imperfections ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ Sophie (Last day of school- junior year) I felt a cold shiver down my spine as the ice-cold of Amber's drink poured down my shirt. I gasped as I tried to catch my breath.

they all nod their head . In the next chapter, we shall find out what happened, will Steve deny his child or what will really happen, we shall find out soon in the next chapter . written by Author brainac or Author emmanuel oriaku .

She turned her head to Harry and said, "How does your best friend make seriously complex things sound so easy?" He shrugged. "It's a long story." "Well, I'd like to hear it." Anderson flagged his hand at them. "Hello! I'm still here, remember?" They both ignored him, while Harry continued. "Many years ago, he was bitten by this superintelligent creature from outer space. Then his whole dumb ass brain changed into one as the creature's. Then he began to invent things man has never seen. Behold- captain underpant!" Jocelyn burst into fits of laughter, holding her stomach hard, and her teeth flashing against Andy and Harry, mouth parted.

POPPY I was reading the book that Indy gave me, and goodness, it was sweet. It was so sweet that it made the marshmallow I was eating taste even sweeter than before. I stared down at the fluffy white marshmallow between my fingers and then slowly looked back at the open book resting on my lap. The two of them together felt like too much. I held the marshmallow up suspiciously, then looked at the book again. Finally, with a sigh, I shook my head and muttered to myself, “I can only have one of you.”

Taking advantage of Ricks’ confusion, he quickly opened the cap “This is a bad idea,” he muttered as the cap flew off the Soda. “Here you go rick!” The Soda splashes all its content towards Rick stunning him. Rick took fully all of the blasts, his hands in front of him unable to stop being soaked by the Soda, stopped in his tracks. His buddies all shocked, a few of them gives a snigger.

] His eyes move over me, looking for any signs of distress or fatigue from me – I shake my head at him. [“I’m fine, this was different to last time, probably because of the book and Pops instructions. Don’t worry – I’ll stop if I start to feel unwell.”] I promise just as Pops lets out a sound of confirmation, his hands stilling on a page and quickly scanning it. He lifts it carefully, showing me the picture on it. [“Is this what the marks look like?”] He points at an illustration of a wolf head with a large red star on their brow.

I told him the same drink was fine; it was good. Michael went to the bar and waited to get the bartender’s attention. I sat alone and enjoyed my cigarette. I looked around the room and noticed a guy checking me out. He was cute, so I smiled at him. I guess he took that as an invitation because he walked over to me. “What’s your name?” he asked. “Poppy,” I replied, smiling. “That’s a pretty name, Poppy,” he said. “A pretty name for a pretty girl. Can I buy you a drink?”