Titanic Movie Bloopers の小説・ストーリー

CLANG! Angie and Ferdinand almost jumped out of their skin at the sudden loud noise. The next thing she knew, something barrelled forward and knocked Ferdinand away from her. Meanwhile, BaoBao's laughter filled her brain. [That was actually a genuine mistake! Can you believe it? He seriously tripped in his rush!] Angie looked at the mess in front of her in slight amusement. "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, I'm- Wait, no, I'm not sorry. What the hell were you two doing?" Elias frowned and pushed his face close to Ferdinand's face to ask.

It transported me back to the base of the twisted tree. "Great, back out here again." I huffed to Titan. "It could be worse, we could be dead." Titan howled. "Oh, too soon? Haha." He cackled. I couldn’t help but burst out laughing too, what a fucked up situation we were in.

A few seconds passed before Titan turned around, and he looked calm. “Good morning, Clarissa Davis,” he said. Clarissa nodded nervously. “Good morning... sir.” Titan picked up a small remote and pressed a button. The screen on the wall came to life. A black-and-white security video started playing, and it showed Clarissa walking into Marco’s office the night before. Titan turned to her. “Is that you?” he asked. Clarissa stared at the screen, and her hands trembled. “Yes… that’s me.” Titan didn’t waste time.

Sofia's Pov “Titanic, Titanic, Titanic!” Our section roars, the chant pulsing through the air like a heartbeat. Banners wave, hands clap, the whole bleacher sways with energy. Our section is on fire. "Go Titanic boys!" Mia yells again, punching the air. "Make us proud, pretty boy!" "GO LEO! BREAK SOME RIBS—wait, not like that!" she adds, and I snort. Kiera eyes her from the corner of her mouth. "You break that chair and you’re paying for it."

The thought of blending in, of just being another face in the crowd, feels liberating. The Titanic is a movie that has trended since I was a child, and it is kind of unbelievable that I have not seen this movie before. I mean, Brandon even laughed at me for that. “Who hasn’t seen the Titanic?” He laughed so hard that he almost broke his ribs. His laughter is infectious, with a melody that lightens my heart. And this was how he got us the tickets. “We are seeing this movie, and you will love it. Just prepare to cry at the ending,” he told me, which makes me more curious to see the movie.

Chancer nodded, but old Titus simply sat there saying nothing, his puckered sockets, and bald pate becoming ever redder in the sun. “How did Titus lose his leg, Chancer?” She asked in a whisper, settling herself on the wooden bench. “Eee, I mebbe mad and blind but deaf I ain’t. Int game o’cards, pet.” Titus chortled as though much pleased with his joke before bursting into, Rule Britannia with great gusto. Ellen and Harriet smothered their laughter behind their hands. The old boy sang the first chorus, then stopped. Loud snores followed.

“Should we move back a bit?” He nodded. “Yeah. It might be something important.” His fingers flew over the controls sending melodious tunes as he hit the controls. The ship slowly began to move back. As we did, the static started to become audible enough that we could hear Trei and Skyr calling for our names. “Guys? Guys, we’re here. Hold on a bit.” I told them and hoped they got the message until Byron and I can get a better signal. The ship began to lurch and wobble. Byron cursed. “I think we just scratched the sub. Fuck it. I just polished this baby.” He complained.

I elaborated. "Yeah yeah I saw the tag BraTina." I rolled my eyes at her childish remarks. "Just so you know I will always be on team #Sebina" Tiffany chuckled from the other end. "TIFFANY! You never understand now, do you? Always building ships that were bound to sink rather sail, just like the fucking Titanic." I chided. We chatted up for some more time and then I finally retired to my bed with a happy face and peaceful mind. The beep of my alarm was loud enough to let me know that it's my time to rise and shine.

Lowering his Calvin Klein, his fingers are replaced by a long thick and hard tool, rocking me back and forth. I am sure the car was already shaking due to our movement but we did not care. As we start building a hot rhythm, I am reminded of the Titanic scene, all sweat and smell of sex, staining the windows of the car. He ties my hands at the back with his and thrusts deeper. It turned me on so much adding to the fact that I couldn’t scream, I lean back for support accidently on the steering wheel and the horn of his car goes off!!! “FUCKKKK!!!” he says, we could see people looking in the direction of the car at the loud noise. Both of us quickly fix our clothes and decide not to stay there

he banged his hand twice on the door and waited. Celine was in bed, watching a movie with a small tub of ice cream. Titanic. It was the scene where the giant ship breaks into two with the terrorizing screams of falling passengers. She was deeply engrossed when, “Celine!!!” she heard a rumbling bang among the screams coming from the television but it was not from the movie. “What was that?” She lowered the sound on the TV and concentrated on the noise she heard. “Celine, open the fucking door.” It was louder this time and Celine now realized it was her ex-husband voice.