Spinner X Novels & Stories

Very weird. * To Be Continued *

A high-speed car was coming at her. Zack blinked his eyes, watching the exchange between Xavier and the blonde. He turned away from the sensual scene in front of him. His blue eyes roamed the small town until he stopped and stared at the woman who was talking with a customer at one of the shops that went viral recently with their specially blended drinks and meals. The woman was small—lithe one might say—with her delicate bone structure. Her hair was long, reaching her hips that she Dutch braided for it was easier to tame her hair when she was working as a server at the shop.

, pointing towards a machine with a label on the top and the words 'Gacha' written. There was no one around the machine, it was a huge machine slumped over the wall in the corner. They went near the machine and Max was the first one to touch the interface of the machine. Some weird noises came from the machine and a light shot out from it and everyone looked at each other as they didn't know what to do. The machine started to speak, "Scan complete, Max Gunner do you wish to spin your free spin of this year?". "Yes", replied Max slowly looking back at his friends nervously.

All Britney could do was console her telling her "everything will work out fine" Danielle met Britney at the Greenwich Hotel where they both work as waitresses. It has been hell for Danielle working there, no one liked her especially her manager Mr. Spencer. He despised her for turning him down several times. He made sure she worked her ass out while working in the hotel, he made her close from work late than any other person. Several times she thought of resigning but she had nowhere else to work, she had no degree and the thoughts of this baby made her more frustrated. What if Mr. Spencer finds out about this baby, "I'll be so gone". She hated her condition, she hated the baby. Danielle's

Alex caught the keyword. [System roulette is the only method of increasing your power, it costs 50 points to spin once. See the points displayed on your status screen? That's a one-time free gift from me, basically allowing you to have a free spin. My power dwindles after giving you those points, you need to recharge me by completing daily missions.] "1 spin only? Geez. I have to do everything myself huh." Alex mumbled to himself. [Hey, I heard that! No use complaining, that's the best I can do. Anyway, hurry and spin the roulette, I'm starting to regret ever choosing you now.]

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

which is shown as a few underscores ( _ _ _ ). SG- we have a job for you, but things are changing Sphinx- I’ll do the job but what’s changing? SG- this jobs’ special, we need a face to face—no records Sphinx- I can’t, these chats are encrypted by me, do you no longer trust me SG- we do but this one needs no leads to us especially Sphinx- who would I have to meet SG- only me and my two most trusted. I understand your need for your identity to remain anonymous.

“Rachael, don’t be fooled by his skills. He is an immortal,” Gabriel walks to his brother and carries a bottle of water. “Thanks for bringing our order but your help isn’t needed,” Gabriel says. “So, fuck off” he whispers into his twin's ear. Samuel giggles and turns to leave. The sphinx is angry and hurt as he frowns in the elevator. He enters the club with his eyes set on the bar as he walks. “Two shots of tequila and bring me bourbon,” he orders and Bryan goes to fix his order.

Compared to the money others give, you have to exchange something. She prefers to make her own money. Even if She must accumulate coins, every penny by fasting, fasting, and spending. The money earned by sweat and tears, when spent, would be extremely precious and cautious. An item brought home is sure to be used to its full capacity. This is a waste, isn’t it? One more thing. Your money, want to use, how to spend it without having to consult, ask for permission, look at other people's faces. When they love too much, nothing to say. But when love fades over the years, makes a statement of each item, what to buy, what to spend, what to do.