The One Where Ross Got High Novels & Stories

I squint my eyes and inhale deeply not to lose my composure now because the only thing I want, is to be alone but this guy is getting in my way and he won't let me go and that's annoying me. —Sorry, —instead of smiling kindly I felt it was more of a crooked smile. —But I don't know who the hell you are, so leave me alone I want to be alone. —But Ross, it's me, have you forgotten? That night when we were going to run away... But you never came —I started to panic when he caressed my cheek —When he came to our meeting point to tell me you'd never come because he killed you, I felt like I'd lost my soul.

The tension in the room was unbearable, and by the time she finished, her hands were trembling. As she stood to leave, the wine she had been sipping hit her all at once. Her legs wobbled, and she found herself leaning against Ross for support. “You’re drunk,” he muttered, picking her up effortlessly. Liz, her head spinning, mumbled, “You’re heartless, Ross… treated me so badly all through the day…” Ross couldn’t help but laugh softly. “Heartless? You’re the one crying all over me.” She pushed at him weakly, causing him to stumble and fall over her on the floor. Their bodies locked together, and for a moment, Ross froze, his gaze, on her face.

Lucille’s POV “This cannot be true,” I said, glancing at Josephine. In the video was a clear view of the sniper that had attacked I and Harvey in the park. I stared at the paused image of the video, expecting the image to morph into someone else but it didn't. “This is doctored, isn’t it?” I said. “I have fulfilled my end of our deal. It is your choice to believe me or not,” Josephine shrugged. “Lying wasn’t part of the deal,” I said.

LUNA's POV Misha Petrov— Staring at me from the tallest part of the building. Watching me like he already knew I’d come here. Too fast. Too convenient. Like he wasn’t following me… but tracking me. I saw him at the club just hours ago. Does he want something from me… or is he already guessing I’m the obstacle to marrying my sister? I looked away from him and let the cigarette burn to the filter. I crushed it against the stone ledge, feeling the ember die under my fingers, but it wasn’t enough to smother the heat boiling in my veins.

They were talking and laughing until Ross walked into the kitchen to get a beer out of the refrigerator. "Hi Liz. How are you?" She turned around when she realized that he was talking to her, "Oh, I'm doing good, Ross. How are you?" "Not too good, Jill, left me last week, but beer is my new love now and it doesn't talk back", he said then taking a drink of his beer. "I'm sorry to hear that. Is there anything that I can do to help?" Ross turned as he was walking out the door and looked at her with a very sadistic look in his eyes, "With what your Master has planned tonight it will help enough."

“You'll only make things hard for yourself if you go on like this, Xavier. If you tell the truth, we could…” The ringing of Ross's phone interrupted him and Xavier silently sighed with relief. “Yeah?... Are you sure?” Ross's eyes popped. “I'm coming down there right now!” Xavier looked up at him curiously. “Well I think a piece of the puzzle has fixed itself,” Ross said to him with a wide smile. “Which is?” “We found Marcus D****e.” Goosebumps suddenly covered every inch of Xavier's skin and he couldn't bing himself to say anything as Ross walked out of the investigation room.

Or was he and his friends drunk? It was now 7 p.m and Ross, Grandpa Philip and Mrs Anderson were all seated in the VIP section of their restaurant and it was excruciatingly quiet on the table as they awaited their arrival. Grandpa Philip sipped out of his glass of water completely amused as he stared at Ross he could only see the video, Ross's eyes were glued to the screen of his phone as he awaited a message from the kids or Terra seeing that they had watched his video after opening the chat. Mrs Anderson just looked at her son with worry then she voiced out her thoughts. “Ross, are you now taking drugs?” Grandpa Philip laughed out loud at the question and Ross was taken aback by the questi

The same person he had been tracking and silently observing for years. He was quiet, listening to Chiara’s soft footsteps as she descended into her bedroom. Quickly shutting off his MacBook, he exited his room and went to Chiara's room enjoying the way she jolted out of the same bed she had just settled in. His eyes scanned her, enjoying the fact she was still wearing his hoodie. He almost smiled—almost. “You're late.” He said blankly with a scowl like he was angry. “I-I… I don't care…” She slurred, giving away how intoxicated she was.

I rub my face. " Good night sleeping beauty"They speak on the other side of the line, and only with sarcasm is their voice I can know who it is "What do you want, Luis?"I roll my eyes. It is very unbearable. Luis is a friend of Karla's that I met a few months ago. Since then he has had a strange obsession with me, he always calls me, sends me messages and I've even caught him watching you from afar. It's kind of awkward and weird.

I dropped my phone onto the desk beside my bed and leaned back into the chair, rubbing slowly at my temple. The rooftop photo stayed open on my phone screen. Bright against the darkness of my apartment. Mocking me.....I should’ve deleted it or probably blocked the number. and Moved on but instead......I kept looking. My eyes narrowed slightly as I zoomed in again. The lighting in the picture was soft. Warm. Golden city lights bleeding into the background. I tried remembering everything thing about that night,the music, The wind the alcohol I told myself I should stop taking..... everything. The exhaustion sitting inside my chest after my ex walked away and called me too ambitious like it was