The Best Of Groot Novels & Stories

My legs felt shaky from riding him for hours. “You smell like perfume that isn’t yours,” he said quietly. “And your eyes… there’s a glow in them. You look like a woman who didn’t just talk with her best friend all night.” I forced a laugh, brushing my long dark hair behind my ear. “It’s early, Marco. I’m tired. Sofia and I drank a little wine. That’s all. You know how she gets when we start talking about boys and the future.”

“I would've loved to sing to you, but I don't want to interrupt Asia's sleep again before she swears for me.” Both Yomi and Idara laughed at that. “See, Yomee, I don't have the strength for long talk.” Idara continued almost immediately. “I just want to let you know that you are the best best friend in the whole wide world. I cross my heart.” “Haha.” For some reason, Yomi found Idara's words highly hilarious. “Well, yes, I know that, too. I'm just too much. The last of my kind; extremely rare.”

No wonder celebrities fought so hard to stay in the spotlight. Camera flashes forced me to squint again and again. I loved the euphoria. I just wasn't used to the flashes yet. Maybe I should take lessons on that someday. "Second Place... Commander Cyran Ardent." Cyran briefly raised his rifle, earning another deafening roar. "Champion... His Royal Highness, Crown Prince Adrian Valerius." Thunderous applause swept across the Royal Training Ground once more. Adrian walked forward calmly, as though no one had ever doubted he'd win.

"Please save me! I want to go to Mrs. West's house! She was Mommy's best friend. I don't want to leave with a stranger!" The onlookers exchanged uncertain glances. A few nosy women even stepped forward as if to intervene. "Hey, what are you doing? The kid obviously doesn't want to go. How could you take him by force?" "Yeah, this is scary." Catalina frowned impatiently. Before she could speak, an observant old man suddenly pointed at the extended Rolls-Royce parked by the entrance and exclaimed, "Good heavens, that car must be worth over 10 million dollars, right?"

“We’ll hit the beach. I know a place with amazing ceviche and an ocean view that can fix just about anything.” Ten minutes later, we were on our way up the Pacific Coast Highway, with Geraldo rambling in the most Geraldo way possible. He started with a story about his screenwriter friend forgetting to name the main character in a film draft, then veered off into a ridiculous debate about whether the first humans should’ve been vegetarians or carnivores. “And you know,” he said, glancing at me, “if we ever meet aliens first, they’re gonna be so grossed out by how humans eat burgers.”

“But I’m sorry; tomorrow you’ll be back to being a wilted vegetable.” Grace laughed like a mad demon and was amused by the look of anger on Travis’ face. Now would be a good time to inject him with the wrong medicine. But because her staff had already done that earlier, she was satisfied. Travis growled again, but only a grunt escaped his throat. He tried to hold back his anger, but he still couldn’t help it. “Get Grandma into the room, and maybe Grandpa won’t be able to keep his temper,” Aldrin orders his crew. They deliberately disturbed their grandmother and let Grace be alone with her grandfather for the time being.

Ellie said, laughing at the memory. She was talking about a night before christmas a few years ago when me, her and Duncan snuck out but got caught by grandpa. Thank god. Grandpa was a chill person and wanted to join us. Later on aunt Aria had found out about it somehow. I laughed with her. "Me too, we had so much fun." We were talking about old times and about stuff that had happened while we weren't in contact until Duncan had come home. "I love the smell" he commented, making us turn around to him. "Ohh, lasagna, my favorite. Oh my god, the little marshmallow things" he squealed in excitement like a little girl.