Ust Fic Novels & Stories

as the crowd gathered cheered. God that felt good Sorin couldn't help but feel as he walked down from the rink towards Maceo. "Looks like you feel good" Maceo said. "Loads" Sorin replied. Maceo smiled ruefully and said "But don't get addicted to it, Sorin. We both know it's temporary" Sorin stopped as he looked up, bit of guilt showing on his face as Maceo turned towards him "This is not who you are" Maceo said "So don't make it a habit"

"What the FUCK is the meaning of this?!" "I'm sorry Miss Carson, you know how he is." I scoffed, of course, I knew how he was. Stupid Arrogant Baboon. Wait, how did they know I was coming to this place? "Frank?" "Yeah," "Tell me you guys haven't been stalking me." He shrugged and smiled wryly. "Orders are Orders, Ma'am." I looked at him like he was a type of Alien. What has my life become?

Damian looked at his uninvited guest with a questioning gaze, his eyes betraying a complete lack of interest in the entire situation. “Well… well. I wanted to…” Damian cut her off with a casual wave of his hand, as if beckoning someone closer. For a brief moment, the girl thought he was calling her, but the butler quickly stepped forward instead, lighting a cigar and bringing it to Damian’s slightly parted lips. She blinked in surprise, perhaps even exhaling in relief, silently praising herself for not rushing toward him like an obedient pup at his slightest gesture. Another second, and she might have done just that.

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You know those guys in your school? Not the normal ones, but the fuckboys? Yeah, those ones. If you don't know those guys, then you may just not know the meaning of the term fuckboy . Generally, a fuckboy is actually an attractive, funny guy. Usually you wouldn't want to admit it, but everyone knows it, even himself. A fuckboy has an unhealthy amount of confidence in himself which helps him to lead girls on just for hookups. He'll say that he's really into you but doesn't want to deal with an actual relationship. He thinks about himself and only himself all the time but is nice to most people.

I grab it and check the screen. Kiki wants to FaceTime. I click accept as soon as I see the name. Kiki is what I call Kieran, my best friend since we started high school. We met as freshmen on our school’s soccer team, and I knew from the moment he opened his mouth that we’d get along. He’s this tiny half-Japanese kid with fluffy brown hair and more energy than a chihuahua with a chew toy. He’s barely grown since, but that just adds to his whole cute schtick – though it’s not as endearing as his smile. Kieran is always smiling, usually accompanied with a big, bubbly laugh that I would personally call a giggle.

She had typed back a single question mark and received nothing, and by the time the bell rang for fifth period the message was sitting in her phone like a splinter, small and specific and impossible to ignore. She told herself it was nothing. A joke. Someone from the group chat being dramatic about the corridor argument. Crestwood High had a well-documented appetite for other people's business, and she and Mason had apparently given it something to feed on this morning, so it followed that someone would find a way to make it worse. She told herself this through fifth period and most of sixth, and she had almost convinced herself by the time she walked into the main hall after school for the

Had it not been for the promise that she had made to her Momma, Juicy would have dropped out long before. To Juicy, friends were people that you sat next to in school. But you didn't actually call them on the telephone or hang out with them; at least Juicy didn't. She didn't really know what it was to have a real friend until Felix. He lived in her apartment complex and people made fun of him because they said he had too much 'sugar in his tank.' Sometimes the boys used to chase him and if they caught him they would beat him up or make him pull down his pants and show the girls what he had. She remembered watching Felix from the stoop and how he always had quick come-backs to insults, and

She still struggled wildly, shouting at the air, "Where are the messages? The pop-up messages! Kill her! Send messages to kill her!" Yet all that answered her was the cold click of handcuffs. Sienna and Callum were arrested and imprisoned on multiple charges, including kidnapping, illegal computer system intrusion, and intentional assault. Due to the massive amount of money involved, the extremely heinous nature of their crimes, and the public pressure from the live stream, both were sentenced to life imprisonment. I heard that in prison, Sienna lost her mind. She constantly shouted at the air and frantically tapped her fingers in the empty space, as if still sending those vicious pop-up mes

What the fuck? * * TBC