Novel & Cerita Soda Pop Head Book

Wrappers of food and junk, sodas, and books were everywhere, like they had spent most of the day here. Bran groaned and covered his ears, quitting his pacing and sitting down. He looked like he was having some episode, but that’s not what I was here for. “Maxine,” Poppy sat up straight from the table she was lying on, folding her legs. “Do you need a ride home?” “Do I—excuse me?!” I snapped. “Calm down,” she slipped to the edge of the table, closer to me.

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

This book is a stand-alone, but you will understand the characters better by reading the books in order: 1. Sugar Baby 2. Sugar Daddy 3. Sugary Goodness "What is your problem Fred? You know how hard I've been training for this night. I'm not going to go down in a couple of rounds." I was preparing myself for the ring. My stupid greedy brother kept on pushing me, to take a punch on the fifth round and take the fall. He was riding his money on my fight.

“Fine, but just a little—and you can’t tell Grandma.” Buddy’s eyes lit up. “Don’t worry, Mommy! I won’t tell her, I promise!” He thumped his little chest to swear it. Sophia tilted the can carefully toward his lips. “Only a small sip, okay?” Buddy pursed his rosy mouth and took a big gulp. The fizz hit his tongue, and his eyes went wide in surprise before he broke into a delighted grin. “It’s sweet! It’s really good!” “Mommy, I want more—”

The rest of the corridor kept moving: a blur of backpacks, some kid telling his friends about his weekend escapades , some others gossiping ,the hallway knew how to look normal even when things weren’t. Carter reached for a can of soda from an open locker—someone’s energy drink or lunch-time prop—and tipped it over my head. Cold fizz soaked my hair and seeped into my shirt making it sticky. The soda slid down my face in a sticky, stupid river. My shirt was ruined; my hair clung to my neck like wet rope. The textbook lay splayed, its pages flapping open with a small, helpless sound. My dignity did not have a safe place to land. If embarrassment could fold itself into a physical object, I woul

When I stood in front of the book, the first page turned on its own. "First lesson of the Seven Magics Academy," Pops said, eyeing me. "You must never touch any of the pages in the books in this room. Touching them will increase their speed of deterioration." "Then, how?" I began, putting my hands at my sides so I wouldn't accidentally touch one. "Like this." He smiled, then leaned in close to the book. "Chapter One," Professor Pops said. The book instantly flicked to the page that said Chapter One.

“Looks like you how?” She presses a finger to her cheek. “His face looks like mine. I told him that, and he laughed. His eyes…” Poppy taps her own. “…are like mine. But more… shiny. Blue and green mixed. Like the ocean in the book. His nose is like my nose. His hair is dark. And when he smiles…” she lifts her little shoulders, like this is the sweetest thing in the world, “…he looks like me if I am big and boy version.”

Jump: "Zzzzz," Hothead goes as he adjusts his sleeping head on his pillow hand. I watch as the snot bubble coming out of his nose shrinks and glows. "Sulien Bokamoso," Professor Purdue yells. "Sulien Bokamoso. Sulien Bokamoso, are you in this class?" I turn my head toward Hothead as he exhales, the snot bubble also shrinking. I roll my eyes and kick Hothead in the leg. His eyes snap open and his head shoots up.

"Annie, look at you. You've been so busy handing out milkshakes that you haven't even had a sip yourself! Go on, have a sip." I took the milkshake from my roommate's hand and brought the straw up to her lips. "No, Sienna, you should drink it. I bought this to welcome you, after all." Annie Redwood waved her hands quickly, pushing the milkshake back toward me. However, I saw how her eyes lingered on my lips, unable to hide the anticipation as she waited for me to take a sip.

//Chandra Margaret// I immediately put all the snack that I prepared for the boys. My hands are shaking a bit as I go to the living room. There is three boys in total. I dare not to look in their faces. "H-here is the food." I clear my throat. Even my voice is shaking. The boy in the single sofa look at me. He's reading a book in his hand. I know that book! It's Our dawn is hotter than day. A book about two people who keep their night busy while sleeping in the daylight.