Sukuna Bored Novels & Stories

“Aw, and here I was hoping the ‘sir’ would stay. Yes, I’ll get it, but we need to discuss the problem that thing presents.” “That is not the problem. The dickwad is the problem,” Beth says with her hands on her hips. Again I felt that nice warm, fuzzy feeling. “You’re both right. The notebook and Kirk are the problems. Which is why I want to at least destroy the notebook. Kirk, I will figure out what to do with later.” “So you don’t think you’re crazy anymore?” Matt asks. “Is one every sure they’re not insane? How can we really know what we experience in this world is the actual reality of the situation?” I ask back.

“Wait, hold up, what? Did I hear you right?” “Yeah, and for some reason those images bothered me more than knowing that he had been the one sending spirits after me” I reply, whispering the first part because I was ashamed that it still disturbed me. “Well damn, he really knows how to disarm you babe” Sophie said “But that aside, I am going to play psychiatrist and ask you why you think it still bothers you” “I truly have no idea but maybe it’s the shock of seeing them the way I did, I don’t know... they're mated and they have sex so I don't know why the images bothered me”

Yet even that presence carried enough power to make the air feel heavier. The First Sovereign laughed softly. "The prisoner awakens." The Third Sovereign remained silent. The First Sovereign continued. "The alliance arrives." Still silence. Then the First Sovereign's tone changed. "And the True Luna finally reaches the prison." The shadows expanded. The atmosphere became tense. Dangerously tense. For several moments neither Sovereign spoke. Then the Third Sovereign finally answered. "You always enjoyed talking." The response surprised everyone. Not because of the words. Because of the emotion.

Threatening one another to let go. THAT'S ONE HELL OF A FIGHT. I agree. Giving up on them. I take a sit on the carpet grass ground. "Huh....it's all so boring. They won't even let me do anything. Is been a Luna always this boring or is it just me." "Luna Scarlet are you okay?" Janny's worried voice pops up beside me. "Am tired. Doing nothing really makes me feel bad, and weak. Besides it's really boring." "Then why don't we run." Amelia smile, taking off her jacket.

The cup Kieran had been drinking from still sat on the table, a faint curl of steam rising from the surface. He’d been here recently. Serena? she whispered inwardly. I’m awake, her wolf murmured, alert. Something’s wrong. The wolf’s unease had weight to it, the kind that wrapped tight around Aria’s ribs. She pushed to her feet, bare soles whispering over the cold floorboards. The cabin was silent, save for the occasional groan of wood under winter’s grip. The wind outside pressed against the walls, low and steady. Still… there was something else.

“Who, me?” “Yes, ma’am. You’re glowing. Relaxed. Like somebody’s been blowing your back out.” Sienna rolled her eyes and took another bite of her pizza. “Just regular sex, thank you.” Susan leaned forward. “Well damn, I need that kind of regular. Because I haven’t had any action in months. But your officer? He is fine. At least he’s good to look at.” Kira laughed. “Facts. He’s definitely fine.” “I need my back blown too,” Carmen muttered, half under her breath, half not.

Ezekiel chuckled. Soheila, Luna, and Sirene chuckled as they remembered what they did five days ago. FIVE DAYS AGO... "I'm bored, Soheila," Sirene complained. She was lying on Soheila's bed. "So do I," Luna said in a bored voice. She was sitting on Soheila's new rocking chair.

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The man who had made it clear that I was never the woman he wanted. Yet here he was, touching Aria’s hair and speaking to her like she was precious. No one seemed bothered by it. In fact, they seemed pleased. A few people glanced at me, then quickly looked away. I stood alone near the entrance. No one offered me a seat. No one introduced me. No one cared that I was the Luna. I took a slow breath. Then I heard footsteps behind me. I turned. The Blackridge Luna was approaching. Her expression was cold. She stopped in front of me and looked me up and down. “What are you doing standing there?”

LYKOAN’S POV- “Hey, hey. Hey, hey,” Gawain chanted, bobbing his head. “Yes mama, shake it for me.” At a brothel in Mojave, Bakka, we booked a room to kill time. Barefooted on the Persian rug, three brunette dancers jutted and jiggled their hips in the middle to ‘Too Sweet’ by Hozier. We sat disguised like regular Trenchland slums on a fuchsia semicircular couch, supposedly charmed.