Tropes Novels & Stories

"That's exactly how I like them." "You're such a hoe, Leona. You couldn't wait to jump to the very next dick you could find." I tried pulling away from his grip but he wouldn't let me go. I was tired of this conversation and frankly I didn't want anything to do with Robert Anderson. He was a disgusting scumbag, I wouldn't stoop as low as to make him gain a reaction from me. It didn't bother me, his opinions didn't bother me. "Hoes.." I rolled my eyes. "That's exactly how Eric likes them."

But now, seeing the pattern, the dark undercurrent, the unsettling truth of the situation became clear. Flashbacks flooded her mind, vivid memories of the past, when she had received those same black roses, accompanied by cryptic notes that had sent shivers down her spine. The words, once dismissed as harmless romantic gestures, now echoed with a sinister undertone, a chilling testament to the stalker's relentless pursuit.

Amy was a sweetheart and never complained about our change in plans. Amy had never been particular about things like me. While I never openly declared my disapproval, I had always tormented myself with the disappointment that things didn’t go my way and simply didn’t understand how people like Amy could move on so quickly. It was something I really wanted to change about myself because it brought harmony to nobody. In fact, it was beginning to pose as a self-destructive trait as I was essentially ruining my chance at having a fun time by acting like a brat about it.

If the script called for a dogfight, they would fly in predictable patterns. $$V_{script} = \int_{0}^{t} \frac{\text{Trope Density}}{\text{Human Spontaneity}} dt$$ "Dad, bank left, then do something completely illogical!" Leo yelled. "Sing a song! Tell a joke! Anything that wasn't in a 1940s movie!" Lucian didn't sing. Instead, he reached for the manual fire extinguisher, smashed the glass, and began spraying the foam directly into the glider's intake. It was a move so "un-cinematic" and chaotic that the Dilation Field sputtered.

*This chapter may contain offensive content, read at your own risk!!!! Do not attempt to replicate any action protrayed in this chapter. Thank you for reading!!!* Trix bit her lip as she stared dazed at the air. She was so high that she could reach the stars. Her head staggered and fell into the shoulders of her best friend, Jordan. Jordan had dirty blonde hair, brown eyes and a lean body. He could of been an athlete but Jordan didn't want to become a jock for reasons that were obvious to everyone else except Trix.

"Of course, I wanted to know what's the meaning of the game you played yesterday." "What game? Oh, you mean Gabe" he casually sat on his armchair, "I'm sorry about that, you see, every time we have our sessions, you always talk about how you fear your friend pulling you into abnormal taste, I just wanted to try out, to know if you are attracted to other men or just him." "I'm not attracted to him!" "I know, you keep telling yourself that." "I'm serious, I'm not attracted to Oliver okay." "Mr. Boron, have you stop to ask yourself if this Oliver is seeing a therapist for your sake?"

"I'm sorry for the outburst. Noah is like my own son. He is rude, cold, and hotheaded. He misbehaves too. Because we have spoiled him too much. But he is not weak. He is never afraid of anyone. Am sure he would have tried to finish the punishment till end only if he had not lost his strength. SOTUS, means to bring everyone together. The freshmen need to understand the meaning of the activity that it's a symbol of unity. You are scaring them. They need to be punished only if they don't obey the rules. Not if they stand for each other. This way no one will attend SOTUS. It's a tradition passed on to every freshman for decades. You guys are ruining it.

I tried to act unaffected on the outside, but on the inside my stomach was tumbling. His eyebrows pulled together, "Dammit, Sofia. This isn't a game. Destroying Roman won't be easy and if you fuck this up, I'll make you regret being born." "You can't destroy him. He's too powerful," I hissed. "That's why I have you," he laughed, "The great Roman Moretti will never suspect his scaredy little wife. Trust me, Sofia. Every great empire's destruction started from the inside. Once he's out of the way-" his words trailed off as if he had said too much.

His body twitched due to the noise, and his sensitive ears perked up. "What the fuck?!" He rasped, looking above his head where the bullet had pierced. Smoke sizzled from the area, and Trevor narrowed his eyes as he glimpsed the green liquid dripping down the glass wall. "wolfsbane." He let out a grunt. He wouldn't have died if the bullet hit him, but he knew he'd be severely injured because wolfsbane was a bane to his kind of specie. Due to the different genes he had in him; he would have collapsed as soon as he was hit but not dead. Trevor was aware it would take a lot of things to kill him off, but he didn't know what yet.

Sweet, liberating, and exhilarating. The vampires rained in on him like a swarm of flies. He ripped through them. His razor-sharp claws sliced through their skin as if they were a piece of butter. A swipe was all that needed for their heads to come clean. And he knew that was the foolproof way to keep the vampire dead. The air blew against his skin carried a hint of moisture. But the beast knew the storm was close when his nose twitched. That would cover his tracks and will throw them off his back.