Sotus Novels & Stories

She passed a woman roasting chestnuts in a covered stall, passed a man muttering curses over his cart stuck in mud, and also passed a girl at the temple ringing a bell for a coin that no one gave, the usual noise and chaos of noon no one would think twice about. She looked back at once, the kind of quick, hurried glance one throws over the shoulder out of habit or fear. The gentleman was still at the stall, giving gestures and his voice were high pitched enough that she caught the word 'robbery' though he meant the price of the fruit, not the missing pouch on his belt. He hadn't noticed yet, and might not even notice for several minutes, he was busy arguing over two coppers to notice the mis

Annabelle looked serious. "I heard Ryan also made the cut." Tension decended in that area of the small bus as they glared at each other so fiercely, the unspoken war in their head. "Hey, can I sit here?" A smiling brown headed guy interupted them. "Sure," Suzanne nodded while Annabelle snorted and faced the window beside her seat. "I'm Justin," he smiled at Suzanne and they shook hands. "Nice to meet you, I'm Suzanne," she said. ~~~

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She assures and I stare at the mobile; my hands moving faster than my mind as I type back a reply. ME: Sinclair? I watch as it changes from delivered to read, and the three dots that indicate he's typing display at the corner of the screen. He's typing! He's fucking typing! Sinclair Leovough is fucking typing! SINCLAIR: Little Greene. Please, come home. I'm at your place. I know you're mad at me, but I need to see you right fucking now. Come to me, baby. Come to me, baby. He's asking me to come to him. To come home to him. And that name— oh lord, this is real? This is fúcking it? My man is fúcking back for me?

"I'm sorry for the outburst. Noah is like my own son. He is rude, cold, and hotheaded. He misbehaves too. Because we have spoiled him too much. But he is not weak. He is never afraid of anyone. Am sure he would have tried to finish the punishment till end only if he had not lost his strength. SOTUS, means to bring everyone together. The freshmen need to understand the meaning of the activity that it's a symbol of unity. You are scaring them. They need to be punished only if they don't obey the rules. Not if they stand for each other. This way no one will attend SOTUS. It's a tradition passed on to every freshman for decades. You

Marissa I jerk awake as a shrill sound breaks through my sleep. Sitting up I glare at the phone on the nightstand and lift the receiver. I let it ring two times more before I answer. “Hello?” “Good morning, Miss Mason. The time is now six. Breakfast will be served at seven sharp. Do not be late. Mr. Falaguerra does not approve of tardiness.” The voice of Mrs. Costas says to me from the other side of the receiver. Her voice is warm but at the same time stern as if she was speaking to a grandchild or something.

“Holy fuck.” “Yeah man, holy fuck, is right. I don’t even know where I should start. But I am going to start by saying, Cara Russo did not disappear willingly.” I say to Josh. “What do you think happened to her? Do you think you will be able to recover her, based on a journal?” Josh questions. “Not recovery, I think Cara Russo is still alive, and I am going to find her.”

It wasn't long after they came to Dana's house that they were called about his cardiac arrest. Philip had searched through his medical record and found out that Harriot was diagnosed with heart problems and so, Philip decided to taste it by spilling the bad news which actually worked for him. Maria agreed to be the distraction while Philip was the one pulling the dangerous strings behind the curtain. Though she was afraid of the terrible things he could do, it wasn't a trouble for her. Now, looking at the situation of the Safari company, she decided that it was time to buy the company since it was collapsing.

I walk back to the SUV and climb inside and I grab my phone and call Dimitri. “Da, any luck?” He asks after the third ring. “No, but we found a piece of Curtis in a safe. With a message saying Curtis’s favourite toy, courtesy of the Donna of the Romano family. Guess what it was she removed?” I say to him and he gasps and I click my tongue and pinch the bridge of my nose. All of this with Cass is giving me a damn headache. Any sane person would cut and run, but not me. She is mine, crazy and all.

Name: Jus Alla Age: 20 years old System: System 00000101000 Ability: Mind Reading Vision Level Upgrade: Level 8 Space of sea consciousness that can reach: 100km/l Rarity: Average for Sotiras Deadly for Ordinary Heroes and Civilians Identity: Sotiras HS3 Special Circumstances: Stalker Original World: Earth ‘Not a Transmigrator. Sotiras Reading man’