Verity Genres Novels & Stories

He never really liked this kind of conversation. "Stupid, perv. By versatility, he means that the vocalist can either play different instruments or he can sing different genres. It's not all about sex, you horny prick." Kevin said in annoyance and I can't help but laugh as I also enjoy hearing him say more than 5 words in a sentence. But hearing what he said, it made me more excited to know about my target for tonight. "But you're actually wrong, Gab." I frowned when I heard Top and we all gave him a curious look. "He's actually a guy. And all the band members are also boys." He added and I can feel the disappointment creeping my whole system.

And I'm continuously finding myself in the position were my body starts to unwilling lust after them. It's very odd, but the more I'm around these type of people the more I start to enjoy it. I've never been one to like the bad guys, I go more for the respectable gentleman. But I don't know, something about how everyone is their own mystery and everything is unexpected has me so intrigued. Yes I am absolutely scared for my life and I'm aware that it could end at any given moment, but knowing that, pumps something through my veins that I slightly enjoy. It makes me feel like a dangerous woman...or an endangered woman.

Still I thought of giving it a try. "Yeah I am coming no worries." I said and smiled seeing that my one sentence made her grin like crazy. Oh! The things i do to make my best friend happy. Our friendship is quite weird when you think about it. Jen is into fashion and make up while I am not. She likes everything to be messy while i like it neat. The number of differences does not decrease only increase. For example, i am a brunette while she is blonde. She has blue eyes but I have hazel eyes like my father. I know that is just external difference and no one really cares.

I choked out. “Its okay, don’t apologize for crying, everyone cries.” “But you don’t even know the reason I’m crying like a lunatic, I could have just killed someone” I retorted weakly She chuckled “No offense, you don’t look like a killer, even with the gun poking me, I don’t get those vibes from you” “What vibes do I give off?” I was curious She leaned back and regarded my wet face with her warm eyes “You give off vibes like a person who’s going through a lot right now”

He didn't want to die! To his surprise, the female Orc waved her arm at him, throwing him across the floor. It wasn't out of malice, because as Will got back up on his feet, he saw that the Orc leader had entered the room. He didn't even glance at Will, his eyes were focused on the female Orc. Will stared at the Orc leader whose eyes were showing different emotions, first longing, then sadness, and then a burning fury. Will realized that the female Orc was probably his mate, and this made Will fear for his life even more. His plan was to gamble on the Orc leader letting him go as soon as he saw that the female Orc was free. However since it was personal, the Orc leader would probably want re

Beneath was a sleek black combat suit, snug and ready for action. Off went the heels, and from beneath the car, I drew an iron rod, prepped and waiting. The air cracked with gunfire. I dodged swiftly, a bullet grazing my ear. The first attacker lunged. I swung the rod and cracked his wrist, the snap of bone loud in the air. The second fired. I dove and charged, driving the rod deep into his gut. The third came at me from the side, but I caught his arm and flipped him over my shoulder.

Bandit said. “No, I don’t.” Jake looked at them warily. He had no idea what they were talking about. “A sweet butt is a woman that hangs around the club, a lay is non commitment sex, sweet butts are club property, a house mouse too and a sweetie is someone you date without any commitment, like a permanent place to rest your cock for however long you see fit,” Nitro explained.

Anything that has to do with this man is bad. A black Maserati car drives into the underground parking lot. The car stops and Reynold gets down from his car. He's wearing a blue suit. He runs his fingers through his hair and shuts his car door. He's rich, now I'm wondering what he's gonna need 15,000 dollars for? He's literally a Billionaire who runs a fetish club before he got busted. He sells girls to wealthy men. He's a scum that walks this Earth. It hurts that he's hot. " Lauren Gray." He says with a coy smile as he approaches me.

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-

It's probably the effect of the weed, or maybe we such good friends that we make each other laugh so hard? Nah, it's definitely the weed. "I'm pink," Ashley says, continuing with this little game. "Because of my hair." She starts to play with the ends of her mostly pink hair. "I'm grey, the color that's between dark and white," Kristen says. "Because I'm the innocent one here but I'm also moving to the dark side." She starts to giggle. "You are definitely going to the dark side." Tatiana agrees with her. "I still can't believe you are a virgin though."