Whis Whis Novels & Stories

Tommy has to go away every few months for work and stays away for a month or two and I hate it when he goes so we agreed he wouldn’t tell me before hand when he would be leaving, he would just send a text or call me from the airport or like today just give me a quick hug and kiss on the head and off he would go. I've been dancing with Sofia for the last hour turning down not so attractive guys and drunks who think they can dance due to liquid courage. A few more song changes and I'm more then ready for a drink or two and I need to get off my feet. I grab Sofia by her hand and drag her off the dance floor and make a b-line for the bar ordering us both a vodka tonic. While I'm waiting for our

I heard Tim whisper softly as he stood next to me. I looked up at him with a look of shock before Tim chuckled and said loudly, "Alright, alright! Let's not tease the poor kid." Everyone shushed each other before Tim continued by saying, "He may be our newest recruit but he is definitely turning out to be a true contender!" Everyone then stands up as they clapped before Tim grabbed a drink from the table that was placed by the waitress and said, "Let's hear it for Jake!"

She managed to juggle her time for almost five months. Michael was old and about to retire. He’s looking for someone to pass on the business. Since he can’t give the bar to anyone; he asks Abby if she can help look for a buyer. Abby studied the whole situation and calculates her finances because she wants to buy the OneBar from Michael.

What’s the guarantee that there’s nobody hiding in the part of the tunnels that we’ve not searched yet? A lot of the rules of this place don’t make sense to me, but Jesse and everybody else don’t seem to have a problem. Am I just overthinking? As I’m returning to the main tunnel, I begin to hear a strange sound. It’s almost like a soft whistling. My blood curdles, and I quickly whip my flashlight around, calling out, “Who is it?!” The whistling ceases, and I stand there frozen, frightened. “Ah,” I clear my throat, trying to infuse confidence in my voice, “N … Nobody’s allowed to be here! It’s … it’s not safe!”

He did the same too. "Niklaus! Good to see you. Come stai?" Fenrir excitedly greeted and asked how I was. "Sto bene. Passami una birra, per favore," I answered him and asked for a beer. He swiftly moved back inside the counter and showed me five famous Italian liquors. I chose the third one. "Ah! Birra Moretti! Nice choice!" he claimed and moved the remaining liquors back to their places. I, on the other hand, opened the bottle and drank my frustration about my unending nightmares.

Their mother remained calm and stepped out a little then responded to the Chief enthusiastically, “Steve! It’s nice to see you again. How–” “Catherine Morgan, please refrain from talking and I would appreciate it if you would just come with us obediently!” Chief Whitlock said domineeringly. “On what grounds, are you arresting me with Steve?” Catherine said and still played innocently. Chief Steve Whitlock smirked and said, “If I have to tell you, I’ll be finished by tomorrow!” Then he started to come closer to her. Catherine was becoming aware of her surroundings and when Chief Steve got closer she then said, “Stop Steve!”

Krysyle said while eating marshmallows. “As his best friend, I know him too well. We all agree with Krys, right?” Levine said and all nodded. “So you do have low alcohol intolerance?” I confirmed and he nodded while smiling. “Did you know that Muff doesn’t like men who can’t live without their vices? Specifically alcohol and cigarettes. She despises those. So Clint, plus points for you buddy! Ouch!” I hit Michane after what she said because why not? Why can’t they just leave the two of us behind without shipping us?

She asked Xavier and I, sadness hiding in the debts of her eyes. "It's fine, take it as a thank you for letting us stay here," I said sending her a knowing look and she sent me a grateful smile. "Thank you both," "Where exactly was Brent employed?" Xavier asked sipping his orange juice. "Whitney's Hospital," she replied frowning, the name sounding fimiliar. "Whitney's," Xavier mumbled bitting the inside of his cheek.