Wise Novels & Stories

Hope this works in my favor. *******

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

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.

Together. '

My wolf won’t have this! ^~^

I immediately show the person my fangs. Killer werewolf instincts. I'm ready to tear this mother fucker apart.

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. 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, путешествия и другие назидательные соч инения. Тургенев, Рудин.