Tenten Novels & Stories

Then I deleted it again. "Focus," I hissed. My hand dove into my bag. I didn't even have to look. I grabbed the TENS unit and slid it under the fabric of my trousers, pressing the nodes against the meat of my right thigh. I dialed it up until the muscle physically buckled. Zap. The world went white for a second. The fog in my brain snapped back. The barbed wire on the page settled into recognizable words. I typed. Entry 001: 4,500 USD - Infrastructure Maintenance.

In her place was a small, business card made of human bone. On the back, it said: MEET ME IN THE TENTH.

Cricket “Christina, where are you?” the creepy voice echoed through the house. I turned the gun’s safety switch to off. “I’m sorry,” he continued. “Your friends call you Cricket, don’t they? Well then, I’m gonna call you that, because you and I are gonna be really good friends.” Where the hell is Minus?

I'm really fucking dreading this. Walking into the tent is almost like walking into a massive fort you've constructed in your living room as a kid. The ceilings are draped in white linen and it seems both cozy and massive at the same time. There are light brown tables and chairs arranged further down the other side of the tent while a bar is set up towards the front. Sarah and Mitch stand a few feet away from the entrance and greet everyone as they enter.

Rud stretched out his little hand and turned into a small fist. “Are you coming with your mom?" “Mom, can we take him his lunch?" Rebecca looked at him. He was also waiting for an answer. “Yeah... Yes, I think so!" "Remember to bring water, it's too hot," said Daniel. “Yes, daddy," Rapidly, Daniel took off the wide body shirt to reveal the bronze sexy muscles, especially the eight-pack abs in the abdomen, which was eye-catching. Rebecca couldn't help but look at him discreetly. Quickly, he put on a gray and a little muddy shirt.

I guess luck is on my side, huh? There are straight, zigzag, E, C, and other routes but nah, who cares about those when there is a pretty awesome route right where I'm staring at? Ten tenenenen!

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She, too, has tattoos on both arms. I mentioned her being a native warrior, but the one thing that caught my attention was her eyes. They aren't dark like her grandparents but are blue. And I recognize those ocean blue eyes. I'm my suspicions, but I won't conclude until I find out more about Ten-Ten. "Hello, I'm Ten-Ten." Her English is fluent as well. It's flawless. "My grandfather had told me about your missing friend." "Yes, have you seen her?" I asked.

Probably it should be. Baubles Whale. Dangling on the wrist. One, two, three... Nine. He may not count. Knows exactly. He remembers how she tied - fastened each of them. He remembers every meeting from the first to the last second. There was another one, the tenth ... Instead of a bauble, he received something else. Instead of a commemorative notch - a fat dot. All. End. Finish. Apocalypse.

The fan here is equipped with a small type, in the city for children under one-year-old to sleep. In the mountains is very suitable. The wind outside blew into the room. He closes the main door where rats and snakes visit. The window opens completely. In the room, there is a green, oval-shaped sleeping ball. Dean lay on the bed. Take the phone in his hands. The purpose is to see the time, unexpectedly above the screen phone, the wifi displays, relatively strong, with no password. Dean smiled. In this desolate area, the sacred forest, poisonous water, people do not have to worry about setting a password for fatigue.