When You Mad Neyo Novels & Stories

"I haven't seen him angry yet, and I don't plan on doing so any time soon." "Oh man you're missing out, Al," Conner sighed dreamily. "The man's a sex god when he starts raging." "Conner's right," Nikki nodded in agreement. "The couple of times he's been mad at me have been the most invigorating experiences in my life." "Y'all are weird," I chuckled, shaking my head at their comments.

I sang wholeheartedly as I did the headbang, my face twisting and turning up and down and side to side while the expressions on my face changes, showing my emotions that would turn from angry to happy and to sad. "Do Do! Remiii! Faso la ti...do!" I ended it with my right hand on the air and my head glancing up above, eyes closed. Omg, I just did it! I don't know if I sounded alright since I don't really know how to sing but I'm glad I tried! I do hope he didn't hear me—!! "Pfft." I jumped out of surprise and looked at my side, spotting Neal standing at the doorway while holding his stomach, trying to stop himself from bursting into laughter.

Mandy said but I just groaned. "I can't do anything about it she's already made up her mind the wedding is in a few days and I don't know if I'm gonna survive Mandy and Calvin is mad at me and won't pick up my calls, could things get any worse? " I said. "Quinn? " I saw Noemie walking towards me unfortunately she did get out of jail and she's wearing a wig probably she can't get the dye off yet, she took away my phone and tosses it in a trash can.

Arah and Gildeon chuckled together. ******* A blare of trumpets echoed from the street, followed by the rhythmic pound of drums. Arah winced slightly at the noise. The festival band was passing by—majorettes twirling their batons, lyre players in uniform glinting under the sun, and drummers hitting their instruments like they were trying to crack the pavement. The sound bounced off establishments, as though it was happening right inside her ears.

Time was running out, and every second felt like a knife twisting in my gut. The tech bro’s fingers flew over the keyboard. The clacking filled the room, echoing louder than it should. I clenched my fists, pushing back the rising tide of frustration. "Nexam Corp," the tech bro finally said, his face lighting up. "They use neon lights as part of their branding." "But Nexam Corp has multiple locations," Mario pointed out. "And they’re mobile. They don’t stay in one spot." "We’re close," I said. "Not there yet, but close.”

What makes Madison so special? Pfft, who am I kidding? I know exactly what makes her unique. The little needy sounds that Maddie made in bed? The way she moaned as I fucked her in that elevator? It’s been imprinted into my head. I want more of her. No. I NEED MORE OF HER. Just the reminder of how good she felt stretched around my fat girth makes my tip leak with pre-cum. I’m acting like a fucking teenager, and I don’t know how to make it stop!

"Like that." Mia thought for a moment. "Then we make a better drawing. One with all of us holding hands. And sprinkles." Elena laughed softly through the lump in her throat. "That's a perfect idea." As Mia ran off to get her crayons, Damian pulled Elena into his arms. "The tabloid drops in forty minutes," he whispered. "Whatever is on that tape, we face it together." Elena kissed him deeply. "Together." But as they held each other, Lila's voice came from the living room.

I took a few breaths trying to calm down Me: “Nerd?” Aaron: “Mm?” Me: “You have five seconds to leave this house… or you’ll see a side of me I’m really really not proud of.” Aaron: “Huh?”

He held it up for a moment, examining it in the light before casually flicking it onto the concrete floor, where it landed with a tiny, insignificant tink. "One," Zandrei counted softly, his eyes glinting with a mad, ecstatic light. "Now, let's try again. Who sent you?" He asked, his voice brimming with a childlike excitement, like a madman who had just discovered a wonderfully fun new game and was eager for another turn. The man in the chair could only manage a strangled, guttural sound, a wet sobbing noise that vibrated through his shattered mouth. His head thrashed from side to side, his eyes wide with a horror so pure it was almost beautiful to Zandrei.

The nouns floating weightlessly in the space, sharp and heavy as a scalpel. Aurora’s brows furrowed. "Mate with my mate? I have no mate," she declared stiffly as she got to her feet. Her gaze was steady, yet her heart drummed in her chest. "You’re mistaken, witch. If you’re talking about Sage, he’s not my mate. He’s just—"