Unfathomable Senior Novels & Stories

Every second person went with the maid and everyone else went to the inspection. Tea was currently sweating buckets. What four arts test? What inspection? She was only six years old!! When did she have any of these skills? None of this showed on her stoic face as she walked with the rest of the other girls for the body inspection. Luckily for her, she still had time to think about some strategies. Actually, she didn’t know what to do but trust in this body’s skills. What else could she do.

Smith chose John once again. Jimmy then pointed at the stacks of supplement Henry sent and grinned at John. "Don't worry—I'm sending that stuff to a nursing home later." The gloom in John's eyes faded, and he told his assistant to send over everything he had prepared. - Henry was left watching as Jimmy carried all the supplements he sent downstairs. Then, he even looked Henry in the eye, not holding back as he scoffed, "Love that comes too late is cheaper than dirt. Nothing can be changed—be it all the times you hurt Tina or Sophie's death.

Name: Kristine Chase Age: 25 Location: Chicago Career...Education...Political Views... I purse my lips and stare blankly at the questions before me. I'm getting tired of repeatedly sharing this information, and each time the questions appear to grow more specific. Bumble, Tinder, Match. App after app, failed date after date. What's the point?

No anger traced his tone, only gentleness. “I love you too,” I returned, the butterflies flapping around my stomach endlessly. Elder Krunk ends with, “Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you Luna Phoebe Bruce and Alpha Hudson Carter of Firebricks Pack.” Our pack members and guests clapped and cheered as the ritual concluded. Now it was time to meet and greet, and let the dancing begin with music and celebration.

I snarled at him. "Ok fine your problem not mines" he responded and left. I've moved in with my sister over three months after I broke up with Alex and I can't get him out of my head or the image of him f**king my bestfriend, it seems like just yesterday. **flash back**

I couldn't bear to stand there, so I walked out and resisted my urge to cry at his vulnerable state. After a while, The doctor came. He examined Uncle and gave him an analgesic and a few medicines. "What happened doctor?" Aunt asked. "He had an anxiety attack. He's already a heart patient. Such attacks are not good for him." Doctor said. "But what caused it?" Adrian asked. A deadly silence fell upon the room. I shivered at this. I wonder what happened. After a few seconds, the doctor nodded and left. I stood there dumbfounded about what happened. Aunt called Lawrence and took him somewhere. Adrian and mother stayed with the uncle as Father took me somewhere.

"Are you crippled or just brainless? You're not even worthy of being called a man!" Looking at Andrew's arrogant, shameless behavior, I felt nothing but disgust and second-hand embarrassment.

Fatty Pao closed his eyes and repeated the word like he was comprehending the words of the old senior. “That’s right, try comprehending my words and you’ll see the truth.” Said the old senior with a tinge of excitement in his voice, His eyes always looking greedily at the fruit. While Fatty Pao is still comprehending, a lot of cultivators start to get more and more agitated. They glare at the old senior who's smiling amicably at Fatty Pao. They really wanted to beat that old fox very much but the spirit pressure that was spreading around him deterred all of them and made them stay put.

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But now— There’s something else in it. Something… deeper. “Anchor… holds,” it says. “Yes.” “Strain… increasing.” “I know.” “Duration… limited.” I close my eyes briefly. Because that’s the part I didn’t want to hear out loud. “How limited?” Adrian asks. The Unwritten tilts its head slightly. “Undefined.” “Great,” Adrian mutters. “That’s helpful.” “It means I can’t do this forever,” I say. “No kidding.” “But it also means we don’t know how long I can do it.”