Total Drama 5 Novels & Stories

Dane, ignoring it all, leans in to give me another kiss, staking his claim and making it obvious this is not a joke when he is interrupted mid-lean-in. “Okay, okay, Romeo, enough of the dramatic entrance; get off the desk and go sit down. Let that girl alone. It’s school, not your bedroom. Congratulations… we have another teen couple distracting everyone.” The teacher wanders in, smiling at us with a shake of the head, and gestures for Dane to move. Unbothered by this scene, he is more than used to all the drama that goes with teenage students. “Ah, to be young and in love.”

Jessica was in her office when she decided to browse online to know what was trending, and her eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as she saw her husband's name trending online in five hot different trending topics. #DY Mobile CEO Leak nude videos. #DY Mobile CEO is hot. #DY Mobile is cheating on his wife, Jessica. #I want DY in bed with me. #DY Mobile CEO is hot. Jessica was shocked out of her blues as she was surprised to see all the hot trending topics about herself and Dylan online, as she had a lot of followers too because of the fact that her father is a billionaire and many people love following her family's page online just to know what was up with them.

"Are you a sow, Penelope? How in the world are you able to still get pregnant after five miscarriages? I study medicine, so you can't trick me—I know signs of pregnancy when I see them. "I'm going to become Sam's real wife soon, and you're nothing more than just a useless substitute for me. You're the outsider in this relationship, and he's just using you to satisfy his physical needs, got it? That child inside your womb will never be anything more than a bastard. "Right, do you want to know what happened to your past five stillborns?" Then, she took out her phone and shook it in front of my eyes, as if she was showing off, and my entire body shuddered in anguish.

Xena’s heart skipped a beat, and she quickly got up to open the door. The moment she opened it, a complaint letter was slapped right into her face. “You’ve been reported by your own husband for having a chaotic personal life, cheating, and even having a love child! Oh wait, my bad. He’s your ex-husband now. He filed for divorce on his own, and now, everyone knows just what a piece of trash you are! “You were the top candidate to be promoted to department manager. And now? You've just handed that spot to your competitor on a silver platter!”

“But still, the drama is just perfect. Two guys, one beautiful doctor in the middle, morning atmosphere, hospital parking lot... it’s like a scene from a Korean drama.” I just looked at her lazily while continuing to eat. “You watch too many dramas, Dita.” “But... if I may guess,” Dita leaned in closer, lowering her voice again, “Dr. Julien looked like... he really cared. His expression when he saw you talking to the other guy was just, wow, he looked tense.”

It is funny how music touches everyone so differently. The guys are all huddled around the TV watching a game like it's the Super Bowl. Except, it’s a freaking video game. So, of course, Steve is instantly lost to me. I could do a striptease right here in front of God and everybody, and he would not have a clue. I could be murdered no more than five feet away from him and his eyes would not turn away from that 50-inch screen. They are hooting and hollering like they are at the biggest sporting event of the year. Steve hollers that he has dibs to play the next round and becomes lost in the crowd of overgrown "boys".

She covered her nose and walked back into the house, pointing the camera inside. "Look. Miles has turned the house into a landfill. "I want to bring him back too, but look at how filthy he is. How am I supposed to bring him home like this?" I felt terribly wronged and muttered stiffly, "I'm not filthy." What can a five-year-old do? I've been dead for five years, and you still don't know. "Let me see Brother's house! I want to see!" A bright, lively voice came from the video. An eight-year-old boy in a little suit appeared on the screen, looking like a small prince.

It was filled almost entirely with Dawn’s resentment toward me and Justin comforting her. [As if stealing my dad from me since I was little wasn’t enough, now she wants to take his money too! I hate her so much! Justin, you won’t actually fall for her, will you? You know, I never had a father’s love growing up. You’re all I have. You’re the only person I can rely on.] [Baby, think about it. She’s five years older than me. How could she ever be right for me? Don’t overthink it. You’re the only one for me, and you always will be.]

It slows right in front of me, and for a second, I think it’s going to stop. Maybe hitchhiking is a better idea than waiting for a cab. I step toward the street—and then it accelerates. The tire sinks into a puddle, and a mix of water and mud explodes straight at me, ruining my immaculate skirt. “Damn idiot! Are you blind or what?” I shout, furious, trying to see the jerk hiding behind the tinted window. The window rolls down slowly. Shamelessly. A long arm appears first. The sleeve of a black suit fits it perfectly, revealing a small but impossible-to-ignore tattoo on his wrist: a Roman numeral five.