Stud Novelas e Histórias

"You've been staring at that timetable for the last five minutes." I looked up to find my best friend, Zara, lowering herself into the seat beside me with an iced latte in one hand and a laptop tucked under the other arm. "I've been thinking," I replied. "About?" "See..." I pointed. Zara glanced towards the projector at the front of the lecture theatre. Advanced Protein Biochemistry – Week One Her sympathetic smile appeared immediately. "Oh. You've got Dr Cole first thing on a Monday." I nodded. "You'll survive."

*Please let me find something. Then, my fingers hit a small, hidden latch at the very back of the bottom drawer. I pressed it. With a soft click, a false bottom popped up, revealing a small, shallow velvet tray underneath. Inside the tray was a thick, black leather logbook. The gold letters on the front read: *VOSS ESTATE SECURITY LOGS — HIGH ACCESS.*

Ailee is in a long-distance relationship with Kim Yong and I was just trying to bury myself in the books. Ailee chose Journalism, Luke is doing mechanical engineering and Annabelle is doing business management, we are just praying that she will make it out alive. It became a habit to visit his grave and talk about everything that was going on. I would always sit back to back with his grave and talk non stop. I think it made me feel like he was still involved in my life.

Oh well, she guess she was an open book. “I better leave now or else I’ll be late.” Mr. Wright said, wiping his mouth with a napkin. “Oh, okay.” she replied, standing up from her stool to give her dad a goodbye hug. “See you later honey.” “Bye dad.” she said as he placed a kiss on her forehead. Kimberly saw her dad to the door and watched as he got into his black Acura MDX crossover and drove off. She couldn’t help but feel bad for him because for a professor, he was over working himself. She knows he is using his work as a distraction from the hurt he was feeling inside.

He is tightening his jaws as he read it aloud. “Sam Style Bautista. . . I don’t hear your name here, and I guess you are at the same faculty as me. Faculty of Civil Engineering—it is hard right?” he asked him, looking directly to his soft eyes. Sam looks in the other direction—he is blushing because of the shyness that he is feeling right now. “E-Excuse me, S-Sir,” he is stuttering to go out and leave Mike inside speechless. Nevertheless, he looks at the folder that he is holding. Mike’s heart flutters when he sees the logo of the CAM application embedded.

Hmm, they don't have classes? "Hi, baby!" Shan greeted, "So, it turns out that we don't have classes and maybe you won't either." "Do we have the same instructor in that subject?" Rafael nodded in response, "Yeah, we have the same instructor in A-13 and A-11 in STS." "STS? What's that? I only know STI," Patrick said suddenly so I just laughed. "It's Science, Technology, and Society," I replied, "Oh, do you have classes at 4:30?"

“Good night.” “Ah. Good night.” My brother responded. Once the door was shut, we all went inside. Aki-chan was right back to skipping around. After helping to clean up a bit, I went to the room that I was using and settled to work. Aki-chan joined me for a while with her colouring kit and eventually fell asleep on my bed. It took me a few hours to turn in for the night though. … I really did need a break after this project. Notes: Nii-san/-nii : Elder brother Nee-san/-nee : Elder sister -jii : Uncle

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.”

Minus Cutter’s face turned to stone. “Whatever the fuck you think you may know about my club—” “Oh, I know a great deal about you and the Burning Saints. Much more than you could possibly imagine. It’s partly because of the knowledge I have of such things, that I don’t care about your three million. I know, for instance, that your book contains a vast array of information regarding the various sources of that money, and that is what I’m interested in. Why go after three million, when there are hundreds of millions out there for the taking?”

“I’m okay, Mia. But I need your help with something.” “Of course. What do you need?” Lisa hesitated, choosing her words carefully. “I need you to do some research for me. There’s a rare plant extract I’ve been looking into, something that’s not easy to find information on. It’s called *Sopor Veritas.* Can you see what you can dig up on it, especially anything related to its uses in medicine?” “Sopor Veritas,” Mia repeated, her tone turning serious. “I’ll start looking right away. Is everything okay, Lisa?”