Sonamy #sonic Boom Novels & Stories

he smiled and dialed her number while I watched silently “Hey babe, how was your yoga class today?... Things got too spicy for the pepper? So sorry babe, you should take some rest and listen to Wild child, from your favorite musician Eyaa. Yep, I’ll see you later alligator. Love you” He finished with his call “Really? See you later alligator??” I rolled my eyes

Osiris My phone buzzes on the table, pulling me out of my thoughts. I glance at the screen—Orion’s name flashes across it. I haven’t spoken to him since I called Nero a couple of weeks ago, and something tells me this isn’t a casual check-in. I swipe to answer, bringing the phone to my ear. “Orion, what’s going on?” “Siris, we’ve got a problem.” His voice is tense, clipped, like he’s barely holding it together. “It’s Aeron.”

I shook my head before returning to my resting position, thankful that she couldn't see my smiling face from her little show of magic. "Oh come on. That was awesome," She reasoned, laying across my back in an attempt to get my attention but I only growled in response. She giggled, "I'm sorry." I didn't reply, already knowing I was never mad at her in the first place. A few moments passed before she spoke again. "I'm actually a Syren. A full-out, mind-controlling, water-bending Syren. Wow..." I felt her body relax as her breathing began to level. Soon enough she was out like a log, snoring and all.

,Arena seemed to catch the frequency, "The room you are in is the room rumored to have that deadly curse. There used to be two people who died there.." Taking a long breath, Arena continued: "Have you heard Mozart's sonata? When the music plays, someone dies. It's the SONATA CURSE." The thunder resounded throughout the sky when mentioning the death sonata.

“What!? Why are you going to work for Sona? You’d best explain the situation clearly! What do you mean I’m to stop all my ongoing jobs and remain out of public sight for the time being? What are you talking about?” Britney’s assistant let out a yawn, and there was no more flattery in her tone like before as she said, “Britney, you should just accept the reality of the situation. Do you think you’ve still got a chance to make a comeback after offending Mr. Russo? You want to know why I’m going off to work for Sona? Fine, I’ll tell you. It’s because she is popular right now, of course. The company isn’t going to assign an assistant for a celebrity who’s about to lose her popularity.”

A terrifying Sonic Sword Energy swept forward and approached the altar. Boom!!!

"You old bastard! That's for bullying my dad!" He was Nicky Yates, Caleb's five-year-old son, conceived via IVF after more than a dozen attempts. Emery's entire family treasured him like royalty and spoiled him rotten. I grabbed Nicky by the scruff of his neck, hoisted him up, and delivered a sharp smack to his butt. "If your father won't teach you basic manners, I'll gladly do it today!" Nicky wrapped his arms around my thigh and bit down hard. I grunted in pain and instinctively threw him off me.

I froze, and tears started flowing down my cheeks before I even realized it. 'Sorry Mom and Dad, I couldn't be a good son to you in this life…' After burning the midnight oil for several nights in a row, Jamie was already too aggravated to keep up any pretense of cordiality. "Go find your son yourself, don't bring this onto me! I'm working now!"

"Yeah, you got that yummy, yum That yummy, yum That yummy, yummy Yeah, you got that yummy, yum That yummy, yum That yummy, yummy." I twisted and rolled my waist with Timi's hands on holding me in place. I didn't know what possessed me and I turned my back to Timi grinding my behind on him. I was all sweaty and sticky but I didn't care. I can't be blamed though I am a sucker for musics. Runaway by Sebastien Yatra ft Jonas Brothers, Daddy Yankee and Natti Natasha blasted through the speaker and practically everyone in the hall yelled. I turned around and held Timi's hand and we started to do a mock Salsa dance. I got tired and started to jump and that's was when Timi knew I was getting mad.

Yoshida brushed it off and continued debriefing us. “Mrs. Burns, I loved the floor plan of your resort and your revenue outlook looks fantastic!” Veronica humbly nodded her head to the shorter, older, asian woman. “Miss Summers, your resort also looks remarkable, and the expense report was expertly crafted and well thought out.” I smiled and Martha secretly fist pumped herself.