What's My Line Buffy Novels & Stories

I said. I am closing my eyes. “Are you ready?” I say to Anaya, my wolf. “Yep, bring on you bitch, Buffy.” “Whooo, who is Buffy? “Oh, I forgot to tell you, that’s Becca’s wolf.” “Haha, really, that is funny. Anyway, let's get on with it, so we don’t have the time, ok?” Anaya mind-links me. I close my eyes again, and we take deep breaths. I was mind-linking her. “Oh, I forgot you’re

Ada, my cheap-as-hell roommate and student rep for our accounting cohort, suddenly started acting weird. "Yo, listen up! Seafood buffet tomorrow night. Bosfa. My treat!" The class went wild. I just stared at her. Whenever we got a buy-one-get-one-half-off deal, Ada always made sure she got the cheaper drink. And now she wanted to pay for dinner for the entire class? Yeah. Something was seriously off. That night, I grabbed my ID and valuables and checked into a hotel near campus, telling everyone I needed quiet to study for exams. The next morning, my phone started buzzing nonstop. I opened the class group chat. It was exploding. Over ninety-nine unread messages. Then Lily called

( Unfrozed and left without hesitation) I buffed out a deep breath,and left him behind at the lobby, I don't know if David is truly alive or if someone is trying to play with Alvin's sanity. Weird!

“By the way, what’s this about our mom becoming comatose? Maybe I can help.” Sensing Buffy’s tension, Kaze made a joke to ease the mood. “Stop calling her that! She’s my mom!” Buffy protested, half annoyed, half flustered. However, the distraction worked, and her nerves began to settle. After taking a sip of the water Kaze handed her, Buffy finally opened up about her mother. “Funny enough, my mom has something in common with you. Her last name is also Lee—Tulip Lee. Maybe you were family in a past life.

Somewhere north of it, in a shooting lodge in Sutherland, nine people who were told what they were before they had to carry it are asleep in a building named after a room in Aberdeen. And under all of it, in a channel she can no longer hear, something very old is going about its business, in no particular hurry, waiting for a door that has opened four times before. "Quiet," she says. "It feels quiet." She picks up her glass. "I'm going to need about ten years to get used to it," she says, "and I'd like to spend them here." END OF BLOODLINE ZERO

but definitely a close second. Me: UGH, LUCA! When will I ever learn?! The Linc to My Fish: Sis, you could be the most intelligent person on this planet, yet love can still turn anyone into a fool. Me: Great, first Buffy and now you. The Linc to My Fish: Who's Buffy? Ummm, excuse me? Buffy immediately chimes in inside my head. I'm Buffy the Vampire Slayer, the most cheerful, determined, witty, lovable, and strongest natural leader you'll ever encounter, pal!

You've watched too many Vincent Price and Christopher Lee films, and as for that daft girl Buffy, words fail me. "Right." Saffy was feeling a little confused. Vampires were not the public she usually listened to, and to be honest, sitting on the tube with all the problems that she was privy to didn't seem quite as much a hardship as she'd thought. In fact, on second thought, it seemed quite a pleasant pastime all told. "Saffy, Clint would never have asked you if it was not safe. Please do this for him?"

I murmured. " What? " he shouted at me with his malicious face. " heterosexual. " I shouted near his ears. I thought this Buffalo is old in number but now only I found his ear is also becoming old with his age. what a fate he has. I came out of my thoughts when he asked" baby, am I old ?" How does this buffalo know what I am thinking about? Does any buffalo have a superpower to read others' thoughts in their mind? "no no.....no " I stammer

But I needed something to take my mind off of the fucking distraction that sat right in my dining room. “What are you making?” Ally asked as she stood and wandered closer, her voice echoing faintly in the open space. Too close. The faint scent of cherry and lavender followed her, subtle but distracting. How many fucking shampoo scents did one girl need? I towered over her easily, her head barely brushing my shoulder, yet the proximity made the room feel tighter—charged. “Spaghetti and chicken,” I replied, my voice lower than intended. I cleared my throat. She peered into the pot. “Looks ready.”

“Two cones, please. Celebration special.” The cashier blinked. “Celebration special?” He leaned an elbow against the counter, lowering his voice like it was a secret. “She passed midterms. I survived midterms. That’s historic. You should probably put our faces on the wall.” The cashier laughed nervously, but started scooping anyway. I stood there, unsure what to do, my fingers twisting together. The memory of Damian pressed at me like a bruise, but then Taylor turned, holding out a cone with two generous scoops balanced precariously on top.