Twisted Wonderland Ruggie Novels & Stories

"That's awkward and creepy." "Feel free to erase every single person and face I've introduced you to from your memory and use that space to remember different exotic arts and cars because none of them talks to us or acknowledges our existence. We were illegally and brutally deported from the sixth floor-AKA the Head Unit-after the Wizard took over a few weeks back." He fell into his executive chair and ran his fingers through his raven hair. "This made Speed extremely difficult to work on, but we still manage." "Wizard?" she propped her elbows on her knees.

This was the fantasy he’d suggested, planned, imagined. So why did it feel like he was the only one outside of it? He stood abruptly. “Y’all want music or something?” Imani blinked. “Sure.” He walked to the speaker and turned on a slow R&B playlist—low, smooth, intimate. The kind of music that filled spaces instead of just playing in them. When he turned back, he noticed something that made his stomach tighten. Zariah was leaning closer to Imani. Not inappropriate. Not obvious. Just closer.

"This was the best moment. And if you were ever going to start biking classes, I would join." "Great suggestion. So how about Megan Corporation gets me a deal that can give your dreams a reality?" She asked, facing the camera. "Megan, just do it, please… drumroll!" The teen boy screamed. "This is what they call advertisement and forced opportunity closed in one." I hitched to myself. Her blue eyes met mine. She twerked her lips like she knew what I didn't, and I guess I returned the twerk. She did an eye roll that suddenly turned seductive.

The car stopped in front of me, and I covered my eyes with shaking hands. From the driver's side appeared a tall, powerful figure. His chiselled features, so much like Eric's, made my heart skip a beat. But it wasn't Eric, I realised as he got closer. This stranger had a muscular frame, broad shoulders, and stood around 6'2". His thick lashes framed his piercing blue eyes, which gleamed in the twilight. Robust face structure with a defined jawline highlighted his rugged attractiveness. His face was framed by finely dishevelled dark hair. A faint smile softened his features as he approached. "Alex," I said as realisation set in. He was the first son of the illustrious Wilson family and Eric's

“Sure. I can do that. I will call you for the flower selection then.” After, our meeting with Whitney, our planner, who is going to make this wedding the most exquisite one for people to remember. Brian amazes me asking if I want to have lunch with him, well, the man is making some progress, I happily agree. Before we go to eat, he stops in his office to pick up some files that he has a meeting later in the day. This is my first time going into the McCoy Industries building. The twenty-five-floor rock pile is covered with blue glasses all over from the outside. The inside is way more sumptuous.

And when he invited me, I refused politely and left the place. That was the right thing to do. I did that until Penelope got this information. She found the entire thing amusing and, over the top of excitement, bought out a silly dare that I had to go to the club and had to spend at least three hours there. And like a fool, I followed the game and ended up being humiliated. Whatever happened today was whacky if I looked into this more closely. No one would believe such stuff could take place in the real world, perhaps in the fairytale where everything is possible, where a poor girl got her happy ending after endangers but not in this world.

I could feel a pair of hazel brown eyes staring at me from right across the room and I swallowed hard, unable to believe my own eyes Is this what they call as coincidence? "Dude, she is smoking hot. Am I dreaming or something? She is so freaking young. I thought she would be around 30 or something," Ryan gushed beside me while I gave him a nervous smile. David began to introduce the team members one by one and he finally pointed at me. "That's Nate Wilson, our game designer and the most valuable asset of our company."

“I said welcome to the Northern Territory! Hey, that's the code!" Phillip squinted at the vine, finding out whom Wiggy was talking to. Due to the dominating darkness, he caught only one figure that was surging and immediately spun something like a pulley several times. As soon as the pulley was turned, green tendrils opened wide like curtains, a light made of glowing mushrooms of various colors filled the whole place.

Zealot scoffed, "They probably don't know we are here." "If they were a regular biker gang, I would agree. The Bokken Riders are Tinkerbells and can use magic. I wouldn't put it past them to enchant their bikes." The eyes of Zealot went wide, and he shouted, "I want every available man to the second floor. Griff, I want you to block passage to the roof. The rest of us will flush the Tinkerbells out." Warren explored the second story for the roof hatch. He peered around a corner, and there standing next to the ladder to the roof, stood the female gigas."

Liam assured and hugged her. It was 6 months already, and Elena was still at the restaurant. Although Elena was tired of working there, she wanted something different and she hoped for something better. Elena was denied entrance to Harvard where she dreamt of schooling. She was a minority and needed an adult to represent her. It was pretty hard. , she had no one to turn to. she worked and saved up till she turned and tried her best to make sure she did well. Elena was at work when two pretty ladies walked in. They were both dressed in exotic and expensive trending wear. One was a white girl with black short ponytail hair, dressed up in gold pants and a strapless top with black heels, the oth