The Guy On The Couch Novels & Stories

Some people saw the bloodstains on the back of my pants and started whispering and pointing. Tyler looked helpless. "Stop filming! Don't film his face! I'll sue you for invasion of privacy!” "What a mess. Dude, why don't you just drop your pants and show them? That'll settle it right this instant.” "Sure, it's a little embarrassing, but it's better than being accused of being pregnant when you're a guy," Tyler said, clearly out of ideas. I rolled my eyes. "I'd like to keep my dignity, thanks. Don't drag me down. The ultrasound will clear everything up in a minute."

The masked guy started to make a noise in pain when Juliana again sprayed that pepper spray in his eyes. His strength on Juliana's hand weakend, Juliana quickly pulled her hand away and took that mask off from his face. Patting his eyes, he was groaning in pain. Juliana smirked and said, " Finally, caught you, Mr stalker". But time stopped for a moment when Juliana saw his face. He looked very handsome. Juliana took out her water bottle and while extending her hand holding bottle, she said, "Here, take it".

My thoughts were interrupted by yelling. “You fucker! Once I get in there, I’m going to punch your teeth out!” Adrian yelled and I chuckled. “I’d like to see you try. Your right hook is worse than Mother’s.” I called back and he growled. “Seriously, asshole. Move this fucking couch!” Jason called out as well. Shaking my head, I put out the cigarette and lit a new one. Another scrape of the couch on the ground and I heard grunts and moans of someone most likely trying to weasel their way into my space.

I guess the situation makes a little more sense. "But she did buy us tea," one of the guys sitting in the middle of the couch says. The cuts on his biker vest create the name Ghost in thick black font. "Did you ask your guest if she would like some tea?" Gretta asks and all the guys in the room immediately look to the floor. "I didn't think so." "Oh no, I'm good thank you." "We serve it in mugs, not the teacups like you do. It makes it manly tea," the guy from the couch says.

The guy said, "Ok, I will but first eat you foods." He came and sat beside me on my bed. I asked, "I will eat if you give me a kiss." The guy: "No." I moved a bit closer and I hugged him, bit he don't hugged me back. I asked, "I thought you loved me so... A kiss won't hurt, right?" The guy: "No! I don't love you. I may like you but I don't to express it by kissing you." He kissed me on my forehead.

ATLAS’ POV The silence and tranquility is golden. I am seated on the largest couch in my lounge while gawking at the television screen. But the wild thing is that I have something on my mind. There is a bottle of whisky beside me and a cup filled with it in my hand. I recline my back on the rest of the couch With ky right leg crossed on my left. I sigh with my mouth open as I gape at the television which is playing on a moderate level without grasping anything happening in it. A pack of cigarette is beside me.

"My butts asleep." "Okay," I say and get up to sit next to him. "You want to watch another movie?" He asks with hesitation in his voice "No. I'm all movied out. Want to make out on the super special couch?" I ask laughing. "Hell Yes!" He said."This couch needs to see some kind of action."

“He's a lawyer. He's helped us all out at some point or another. I'm just surprised he came. This isn't exactly his type of party.” I looked over at the man on the couch, sipping away on his scotch and glaring at the TV. I could see him at a loud club, leering at the girls, and telling them all how terribly important he was. Sitting on a couch with a bunch of barely-thirty-somethings playing Halo didn't exactly fit him. I shook the beer pitcher, rattling the quarter from Paul. “At least he's a good tipper.”

A man lounged on the couch, swirling a glass of red liquid and smirking in a way that was hot, devilish and utterly roguish. All at once. Damian? I looked behind me to find Damian still at the door. So who the hell was this man who looked exactly like Damian? The only difference was his disheveled perfection: shirt buttoned halfway, hair tousled and a small stubble that made him look sinful. My shock morphed into words. “What?” The man on the couch rose, setting his drink down with a clink. “You must be the one he’s been raving about.” His voice was deeper than Damian’s but filled with amusement.

I looked at the guy sleeping on our couch again. Ah well, fuck it. I pressed the button for the coffee and it started with a loud buzz. There was no sound or movement for 10 seconds but then the door to Elyse's room opened and I almost dropped the pot of sugar I was holding. A guy exited her bedroom. Only wearing boxers. His long blonde hair was messy and he had a big smile on his face when he saw me. He turned around to Elyse who was presumably still in her bed and said something to her.