Stand User Novels & Stories

Me: hey guys what have you been up too. Luke: Hey, busy comforting your friend.'.' Me: what happened this time? Wifey: Anna failed one of her modules again. >.< Me: how is she holding up? Luke: you should ask how am I, she is keeping me here since morning, listening to her regrets, I'm a student too you know?. It doesn't help if I fail a well. Me: hahaha couple goals. Wifey: hahaha that's right. Anna: why have enemies if I have friends that at my most vulnerable turn their backs, let alone my boyfriend.

the cacti replied sternly. "Are there any rebates for me?" Hue asked again. "I've been obedient as of late so, I believe there are rebates credited to my account. Oh yes, I did some social services in the human realm. That has been credited into my accounts as well, right?" The spiky needles on its head moved around, tweaked here and there for a while. Then, the cacti said, "Danny Stanford, Mira Henderson and other human cases, yes, all have been credited into your account including your aides. However, addition and deduction, your account still stays the same."

“Technical Integration Specialist, will be handling equipment syncing + installation compatibility. But you can ask me for anything sir, I’ll be willing to render any help at all.” “Any help at all?” I repeated, looking at him. He nodded eagerly, smiling. “Anything at all, sir! I’m your man.” Stupid. I looked to the next. Female. Shy looking, with dark glasses on. “My name is Tessa sir. I’ll be handling sample user data, tracking user experience flow and ensure we’re doing a good job satisfying your clients, sir.” Hmm. Sensible. The next. Last on the row.

Point of view: I am April Jane Santisima, a simple person but known as one of the brightest students in the school of St. Patrick Academy but name famous known not an Academy but a University. The owner change it when her Son manage it. I simply want to be able to study without being aggrieved, but why do they harass me every day? What wrong have I done to them so that they repeatedly bully me especially Karen who is a well-known queen bee or better known as the evil queen of the campus because of her bad behavior.

It wasn't religious clothing, but it was apparently common to show modesty in public for unmarried women As the man called Foster grasped for Sister Lina's ċhėst, she pushed him back but was the one who fell instead. This infuriated Will, this woman had indirectly cared for him all this time. At least that's how he viewed her. He rushed the obviously drunken man and tackled from behind. Due to Will's small stature, his tackle hid the back of the man's thɨġh, with his elbow hitting the back of the knee. Foster's leg went limp, and he fell to the ground hitting his head on the hard floor. Will was panting trying to recover from the adrenaline rush, and saw blood coming out of a rather nasty ga

From a young age, I've known I was born to be a substitute for my deceased sister, Leah. On my 6th birthday, my parents take me to the market to choose a cloak for cubs. I excitedly spend ages choosing, then point at a silver one. However, Mom's expression shifts drastically, and she grabs me by the ear and screams like a madwoman, "Who told you to choose silver? Leah's favorite color can only be red!" When Dad sees Mom act up, he roughly yanks me away. I fall to the ground, hitting my head, and blood streams down my face. From then on, I desperately try to become more like Leah. No matter what I choose, I only choose something in red, the color she loved most. But one day, I break the

I caught the flash of provocation in her gaze. Perhaps it was because I was still around, but Samantha seemed a little uneasy. She laughed awkwardly before saying, "That's right. I'm good as long as you're happily married." She then quickly changed the subject. "I bought you some food. Go ahead and have some." Samantha was about to open the takeout box when Lynda continued to cause trouble. She said, "My arm hurts, Joseph. Can you feed me instead?" Joshua readily agreed, yet his hands trembled the entire time. Sweat started beading on his forehead. Every time our eyes met, he appeared tense.

“But we talk. Me and the parasite.” “Good. We can work with that.” Bill stands a little straighter, his shivering lips peeling back from his teeth. Trying to smile. Should we even think of this creature as ‘Bill’? Or is everyone’s favorite corrupt bureaucrat totally vaporized, leaving behind this meat-suit?

Justin announced, and just like that, everything was resolved, breakfast went back to normal. I think situations like this are what makes me admire Justin a lot. He was my gold standard for what a man should be; strong, calm, smart and protective. Who wouldn’t fall in love with a man like that? TBC!

“I was wondering what that awful smell was. Now I see it’s just a piece of trash who has run her mouth.” Seeing the noble and aloof Bella, the group timidly fell silent. One of the girls wanted to explain, but she was too frightened to utter a word. The server then spoke with a smile. “Mr. Moore has been granted top-tier membership today. His meal is complimentary. The ‘issue’ of him not affording the bill, as you suggested, will not occur.”