روايات وقصص ضمن Vic Fuentes Funny

Toink! Felix, who were frowning recently suddenly shifted in a different mood. He was usually serious, formal when speaking and moving; a good example of a decent person; but now, he also laughed out loud like Jin did because of what Vincent's disciple has said. "The karma strikes back." Felix said.

Luca. An hour ago. “Welcome nephew, I see that you came with your friend, did you think that I will hurt you?” Victor asked. Fernando hated him even more than I do, that’s one of the reasons that I became good friends with him instantly, maybe Victor can not recall but he worked with Fernando, Victor became an asshole, he ended up making Fernando lose a lot of money and at the end of it, he ended up refunding a huge chuck of the money because he was threatened.

“Organ harvesting, child trafficking, cocaine cupcakes, underage hit squads. Jesus. What’s next? Baby fight clubs?” Bain exhaled through a sharp grin. “Let’s get her back.” “And then,” Vulture said with a dark smile, “I’ll personally find Valeria, drag her liver out through her nose, and use it as a coin purse.” The baby made a sound suspiciously like a fart. “…Well said, my tiny accomplice.”

A shallow brittle laugh that seemed to echo around the room. “Have you taken leave of your senses, Mr Handful?” Rogerio Fuentes bellowed. “If you remember, my daughter came to you.” “Yes, I know,” I agreed, “and that threw me for a little while. All the other stuff was relatively easy to put together.” “I’d think you better explain yourself, Mr Handful,” Rogerio Fuentes said impatiently. “Before I have you thrown out of my house.”

Ties were tied around foreheads, heels were kicked into a corner, and the air was thick with the kind of laughter that only happens when the boss isn't around. ​"She’s here!" Sarah shrieked over the remix of a Dua Lipa track, waving a red solo cup in the air. She looked like she was three drinks ahead of the room. "The Queen of Velez has entered the building!" ​I was immediately swarmed. Vince and a few of the other editors I used to work with huddled around, handing me a cold bottle of beer. ​"Is it true Mateo Velez has a literal gold-plated espresso machine?" Vince asked, leaning in as if I were a double agent returning from a deep-cover mission.

Vince said emphatically. Mr. Victorino and his companion Cliffton fell silent from what they heard. Silence passed between them when, “Pfft hahahaha,” Mr. Victorino laughed suddenly. Vince was surprised by the old man's reaction and he was startled because it wasn't an ordinary laugh. There's something about that laugh that is... menancing. “Are you f*cking kidding me right now?” Mr. Victorino stated with a smirk on his face. “That girl in the cage is your what now?”

I received the call. “Hello?” “Bro, Viana is getting so popular right now on the net. There are videos of her everywhere throwing up. I must really get to ask her what it feels like to be a celebrity right now,” Kevin laughed, and Devin snorted in the background, obviously amused. “You guys need to stop that shit. It isn't funny.” “Well, it is. And you should get on the phone. There's even a picture of you somewhere.” My phone pinged again, and I noticed that he had sent me a photo. It was of Viana and me hugging after I had pulled her out of the pool.

Isla found it amusing that Vincent, a Filipino himself, had opted for something so different from what she was used to. Vincent glanced at the ceiling briefly, as though contemplating her question. A mischievous grin spread across his face, and with a dramatic pause, he declared, “Isla’s Pasta!” His voice was playful, and it made Isla burst into laughter. The name was ridiculous, but it was exactly the kind of thing Vincent would say. It was like him to take something simple and turn it into an inside joke, a little bit of fun in an otherwise serious world. Isla laughed again, the sound light and carefree, as she took a seat at the table. It was moments like this, small and simple, that made

I exploded. "ARE YOU SERIOUS, GIRL?" she yelled. "Vic, now what this is supposed to mean?" I pretended to be stupid. "Babe, you're all over the Internet, news, YouTube, and soon everywhere," she exclaimed, excitedly. "So, what is it that has you so riled up? I'm dying here, and my one and only best buddy is making jokes about me. Great Vic!" I remarked sarcastically. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry, happy now? But what are you going to do about it now?"

She would rather die than be left alone in this strange world! "V! What's wrong?!" "I---" V's voice was now deep and hoarse, with his monotonic tune, he seems hotter than usual. K Whatever gulped, "V?" V was huffing and couldn't help to let out what he felt... "Player... April fools... Come to daddy!" K blushed and replied, "Happy April Fools to you too, V, teehee~" On the author's hand, she grinned with a wide eye writing this nonsense parody. All she wanted to say is, gotcha! But kept on writing for fun.