Wise Novels & Stories

“Are they uncomfortable?” “They feel okay for the first couple of hours, but I can’t wear it for more than eight hours or I’ll have a legendary headache. But it also depends on how heavy the wig is. This is a heavier one because of its length. The wig is the last thing I put on before I leave for a job." Helen combed it before she put it away in its bag. “Next thing to come off is all this jewelry,” Helen said as she started stripping her ears of their dangling earrings. “None of this stuff belongs to me,” Helen explained.

Luke interuppts. I shot him a dirty look. " So, it wasn't your mate, jeez, just asking, " Luke said backing off. Luke was obsessed with finding his mate and projected that onto me. He had been rejected from his 'mate' and that really fucked him mentally. " Anyways, " I paused, " While I was patroling this morning I found a werewolf badly injured, " " Is she a dominant? " Luke question tilting his head. " Erm-No, well, I don't think so, " I explained.

Becca shivered "Becca, maybe you're just overthinking this whole thing. It couldn't be this...uhh...thick. Can it?" Bonnie asked unsurely "Okay, maybe I am. But I still ran out of there like a maniac. Hey, would you grab some milk, I need to quickly use the bathroom." Becca places Bonnie hand on the different types of milk and walked away. Bonnie sighed picking a milk carton and felt the writing on it. She sighed when she couldn't feel anything. When she turned around, she suddenly bumped into someone, the milk bursting open and spilling all over the person.

He politely stayed in pace with me. "Wolves have a mind l**k. Like texting in our head. I can hear what anyone wants me to hear and vice versa." I nodded. "Cool!" I skipped to a stop at the end of the steps. "It's convenient but it can give you a headache." He shrugged it off. He acted as if that wasn't cool as shit! Man, spoiled werewolves.

Ace always does that in winter, staring out the window and wait for spring, he hates winter and hates the end of the year. Ace's favourite thing about winter is when it's over. Ace gets weak in winter, he would be left alone, sick and in pain while his family goes to have a good time on their vacation. He always stays alone in winter. He prays that this winter will be gentle and a kind season of rest from the wheel of the mind. " Ace?" Ace snapped his head towards Mr Garret's voice, the classroom is empty of students, Ace looked at Mr Garret with a blank face that is out of emotions.

I can tell she is angry or worried about something, given how she is looking at the few children who are playing behind the store area we were currently at, I guess her anger was directed at the city. Who will blame her though? The children appearance says it all. Their thin shrivelled bodies move with such slow pace as one throws a pebble into a little hole the others must have made, the movement is almost painful. Another goes to inspect the throw, rubbing his flat chest that holds his ribs which are almost bulging out of his skin, as he moves with the same slow space as the others. As he advances, I steal my eyes away not wanting to feed my sight with the pain. "The sooner we make the tea

She narrowed her eyes at me for a minute and I was afraid that she was going to tell me off. Instead, she shrugged and said, "OK". I'm taken aback and not sure how to react. "OK?" I question "Yep. OK. I forgive you" she said airily. "So.... we're good?" I asked "Well... maybe... I forgive you but you're definitely on thin ice right now and I'm still mad." she explained "That's fair" I replied. She sipped her drink for a few moments. "Since when do you drink martinis?" I asked

Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

Anxiety always rises to the surface before any other emotion. Suddenly, the screeching sound of tires reached my ears, and I looked up to see a yellow car with two black stripes pulling into the parking lot. Hayden emerged from the vehicle, wearing sunglasses and allowing his hair to flow freely. It appeared more voluminous today, resembling fluffy clouds atop his head. Donning a black hoodie and black basketball shorts, he sported black sneakers as well. Engrossed in a phone call, he looked up and immediately locked eyes with me, causing me to avert my gaze instantly.

Lucas inquired drily, sounding and appearing disinterested suddenly. Even though he appeared bored there was an undertone lying warning me to back off before he lost his calm. Suddenly, I felt awkward. Actually awkward is an understatement. To make the matter worse my tongue decided it was the best time to tie itself so I'll not be able to speak. When he didn't get an answer he drew his attention back to me. His brows arched upright probing me to speak but I just stood quietly not moving, not speaking. Two minutes later, after impatient and annoyed by my silence his face contorted in anger.