The Squip Be More Chill Novels & Stories

Can they see the way my hips are swaying slightly to accommodate the buzz? I reach the frozen foods. The chill from the open cases seeps through my thin cardigan. "Stop here," Echo says. "Look at the ice cream." I stand in front of the Ben & Jerry’s. "Higher," he whispers. The vibration jumps up a notch. "Oh, god," I gasp, leaning forward on the cart, pretending to study the nutrition label on a pint of Phish Food. My thighs clench instinctively. The buzz is sharper now, demanding attention. It’s not just a hum; it’s a distinct pulse. Thump-thump-thump.

Thank goodness she’s squeamish. Quarry Pack males and their mates hunt and eat in their fur during full moon hunts, but I never have, since I’ve never gone on a run. The meat I eat comes wrapped in brown paper. Her stomach rumbles at the thought, the memory of the squirrel swiftly losing its ick factor as she stretches her jaw and gently locks it around Justus’s muscular upper arm. His bicep flexes, almost imperceptibly, while his breath remains slow and even. He’s pretending to be asleep.

I swallow hard and push the door open. The moment I step inside, everything changes. Music vibrates through the air—low, deep, vibrating through my chest. Followed by the scent of perfume and alcohol that fills my nose instantly. “Hey girl!” I turn at the sound of a familiar voice to see Mia. She’s walking toward me with a confident stride, dressed like she owns this entire club. “Perfect timing, I was just about calling you.” “Mia… I—” the words get stuck in my throat, but I force them out. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

Hope you guys enjoyed the chapter :) Translations: eat chips from yer nickers - performing oral sex on a woman Saps - wuss, mama's boy, wimp Gowls - pussy Lat of shite - lot of lies aka bullshit

I wink. Inhaling a breath, I shut the door and head inside Quinn's house. Ice cream first. Pity party second. Anti-male chick-flicks third. ***

"But Catalina said she was going to dance and that we shouldn't tape her, but if anyone asked, we should pretend that we were doing it for the Tiktok challenge." "Dafuq is a Tiktok challenge? Never mind, forget I asked." I cut them off when they both looked way too f*cking happy to explain their teenage sh*t . I had bigger sh*t to deal with right now anyway, like what the f*ck was Mengele up to now.

"No. That's literally a crime. If she calls the cops, you're toast. Just—trust me. I'll run the sting." Felicity wavered, but my ghost white face must've sold it. "Fine. What's the plan?" I took a breath. This hotel felt wrong—every inch of it made my skin crawl. Heart racing, I forced myself to chill. "Let's just go home. There's a million ways to bust cheaters. If we show up and they freak, what if you get hurt? "We can hire pros—cameras, audio, the whole thing. Once we've got the receipts, we blow it up and ruin them for good."

‘Looks like it’s trying to cocoon him. ‘Bit like Body Snatchers, or maybe Species? Don’t worry about it,’ he said when Bridget looked confused at his remarks. He felt along the arm, then moved to the wrist, checking for a pulse. It was there, but faint; like the boy was in a state of suspended animation. Strauss pulled his hand back sharply. ‘What is it?’ asked Bridget. ‘I could have sworn it moved, that secretion. Tried to curl around my fingers,’ said Andrew. He shook his head. ‘Probably just my overactive imagination. That or lack of sleep.’

His leisurely tone and provocative gaze were like those of someone telling off a misbehaving little puppy. The old me would probably have immediately dropped to the floor and begged for his forgiveness when faced with such a condescending attitude from him. However, this time, I felt a deep resolve within me. I wanted to see how far I could push him. I scoffed coldly and said, "And what if I don't? What can you do to me, then?" Johann grabbed me and slammed me hard against the couch, pinning me down. He was so strong that I couldn't fight him off.

He pumps his fist and shouts, “Goodbye, mopey Z.” “I wasn’t that bad.” “You were,” Quentin shouts. “Definitely,” Jade agrees. I laugh as I take another sip. “Fuck y’all, now can we get some women in here, or are we going to chat all night?” “Hell yeah, my dawg is back, let’s goooo!!!!” Quentin shouts as he jumps to his feet. “Some baddies coming right up!” I laugh as he hurries off into the crowd in search of women. Jade and I sit and chill; with Quentin present, we have never had to do anything when it comes to picking up women. Quentin might be an asshole, but most women are putty in his hands once he turned on the charms.