Spin Novels & Stories

I quickly blurt out as soon as I see him. "She should be fine, yet again if she was any ordinary wolf we'd be having another story to tell. How she's not paralyzed is baffling to me. She was stabbed right in her spine causing severe spinal cord damage. Her shifting gave me assurance she'll be able to walk again, but for now she's in a medically induced coma for a couple days so her body can rest and heal. She should be fine, given no infection appears in the next 48 hours. She's a fighter that one!" He had spoke with such a professionalism to his voice and yet so sincere at the same time. You could see in his eyes he was amazed

And with that warning in place, I raised the club above my head and sending it crashing into the windscreen, making it a spiderwebbed mess. I didn’t stop hitting until it was shattered, until it a shatter of pieces of glass over the seats and over the hood of the car. I exhaled deeply, feeling much more better, more calmer, although I would feel better with bourbon in my system. Tossing away the bent club, I jumped down the hood, brushing glass from my clothes. Seemed like Seth found his voice sometime during my rampage because his yell reached my ears as I turned in the direction of the elevator, eager to get to my apartment and get trashed off some bourbon

All I could do was hope that they could hold out that long. We hit a bump in the road and I cursed, my ass hitting the crate. Growling, I leaned down and found the little plastic switch I’d added to test the turbo injection. Pressing it, I grabbed the steering wheel with two hands. I was nearly knocked back, no back to hold me in place. Arbella jumped from the 135 mph I’d been averaging to the dial not even on a number anymore.

“Okay, I’ll do it. But there’s no guarantee it will work.” Thought nods, leaning back in his chair, closing his eyes. I’m not sure where to start, what to do. Each time I’ve gotten into Time’s head, I didn’t know I was doing it. I just had a splitting pain, and it happened. Now, I have to harness that power, and control it, which as I stare at Thought’s impassive expression, waiting for me to do something, I don’t know what to do.

Call me weird but it's for my mental health. Max's brilliant idea of creating me an I*******m account has brought me back in the dark whole of anxiety that social media causes. The reason I avoid social media, particularly I*******m, is because I get too fixated and obsessed with it and before right now I had managed to avoid all form of socials in my life.

" I started sweating badly. " Sh*t" .... " What's wrong Fred ......" She asked worriedly . " The breaks of my car stopped working Aria ...the...." I trailed in pannick . I pannicked badly as I tried to Control the car as it moved out of the road and that was the last thing I remember ....and the scream of Aria before everywhere went Dark . TBC

And like that, we were in front of my quarters at the east end of the long walkway. “Let’s get in,” he said. “Wow, a huge flat screen television, and is that a game console?” he asked, with a hint of excitement. “Yeah, it is a Playbox series R pro infinity edition” “What the heck is that!? What type of naming sense is that?” he replied, laughing hysterically. “Okay now, let’s get to class”. Then he said; “System, take us to the realm of infinity.”

the Dj suddenly changed the beat to slow and tense music. I don't know if it is the music or not but I can see the sudden change in his expression. it shifts from a goofy one to a serious one. It looks more intense than it has ever been. he begins to stare down at me and I wonder why the change in demeanour. I don't know why but I begin to feel butterflies in my stomach. I don't know why I suddenly begin to notice how attractive he is. not that I didn't notice earlier but his lips begin to look sexier as he stares down at me.

Minus “Is this coffee or motor oil, Phil?” “I’m sorry, Clutch, I would have made a fresh pot if I knew you and Minus were… stopping by. Here let me make…” Phil Blondino tried to stand, but the barrel of Clutch’s gun pointed at his head convinced him to remain seated. Phil’s grease-stained office chair seemed to groan in agony from underneath his bulky frame. “You’re good right there, Phil. I’m just going to sit here and sip my delicious cup of Pennzoil while my good friend, Minus, looks for Cutter’s money.”

It takes me a moment, but as we propel forward he tells me, “lean into the turn, Loyalty” I lean in a little too hard and we end up spinning around in a circle until the engine stalls out, and we finally come to a stop. I start laughing, and Spin shakes his head at me. “Alright, start it back up and when we need to turn, lean into it slowly”!