You Just Got Beaned Novels & Stories

“You’re just out of practice; it will all come back to you. How is your nose?” “I’m pretty sure you broke it. I should be back to normal in a day or so; it’s no big deal.” Matt, Kade, and I all tensed up, making Alexi take notice. “What’s wrong, guys?” he asked, looking around at us. “Bean is going to kick my ass, isn’t she?” Matt asked, looking over at me. “Bean? Who is Bean? What am I missing here?” I took a breath and let out a small laugh.

Someone needs to smack me for being so stupid. I open a text and like I thought it's empty. Deleted I'm sure. My fingers fly over the screen. For my revenge to be complete, Bianca needs to be here. I read the text I've typed: ‘Bee, I miss you. I think it's time you visited. Just to see how gullible the bitch is.’ I hit send. A second later, Bianca replies. ‘You sure? It's still early and not part of the plan.’

Colour me shocked. We're well on our way home when he finally speaks and it's strained, his voice enveloping the silence in the car. "Keep the shirt, good girl." Do not squeeze your legs shut, Amelia. Whatever you do, do not squeeze your legs shut. I say the two words I've been singing since Miguel Angel Sanchez entered my life. I'm screwed. BeeMiles: Do you still own a functioning I*******m account? Me: I'm insulted. BeeMiles: I'll take that as a yes.

We're like a bees hanging to each other bees. ""I get this wound from my male classmates."" ""Like I'm worried about you, tho! I'm just bored so I'd like to hear what you're gonna tell."" ""Tsundere?"" ""No, rock, I'm not! Do you want a kick balls?"" ""No, thanks."" ""Now tell me what happened!"" ""I've got into a fight because of my out of emotion confrontation towards my male classmates.who bullied my only friend."" ""So, did you yet what you want? Those bullies where like a mud in the ocean after you beat them, don't you?""

I’ve told him the story. “And it got to be my lucky chant,” I say, patting his shoulder. “Good to know,” Alejandro says dryly. “I could use a lucky chant right about now.” “Yeah,” I exhale. “Feels like I’m going a little crazy here.” Luke snorts. “Don’t worry. Your girlfriend also lost her mind.” That gets my full attention. “She went on and on about a magic bean.” I blink. Slowly. “A magic bean?” I ask, just to make sure.

the barman interfered. "I didn't ask for your help. I can handle myself." I tried acting all tough. I didn't want to seem weak. but to my surprise, when the man started to get aggressive, I didn't know where the strength came from neither did I know what I was doing. "keep your hands to yourself!" I yelled at him. first with a punch then ended up hitting his chin with my knees, landing him on the ground. then the barman ended everything by calling security on him.

Bea went down off the bed and ran towards Evan and check his forehead which had been hit by the spoon. "You're aggressive!" Evan hissed and massaged his forehead. Bea felt ashamed so she went back to bed and sat. She focused her eyes on her hands as she pinched her pinky fingers. 'Did I hit it hard?' She feels sorry. She didn't mean to hit him. "I'm sorry, I thought you were a rapist." "What?"

I screamed. Bullets hit it. Grenades hit it. It ignored them. It smashed through the red sandstone wall. Debris rained down on us. I was backed into a corner. The Beast loomed over me, acid dripping from its maw. It opened its mouth to bite. BOOM. Something shot out of the ground. It punched through the floor of the courtyard, through the foundation, and hit the Beast in the chin. UPPERCUT. The Beast was launched into the air. It flew backward, crashing into the remains of the

The culprit must be taking advantage of the situation to vent with the intention of torturing Beckham. Evergreene energy was miraculous and swiftly repaired Beckham’s organs. The wounds on him were healing as well, and the bruises were fading. “M-Mr. Yarde…” Beckham called out weakly as he looked at Kayson. His gaze seemed exceptionally emotional. Kayson nodded. “Don’t worry. You won’t die with me around.” “Thank you, Mr. Yarde…” replied Beckham. Kayson did not answer but focused on healing Beckham. After a while, he asked, “Tell me, who did it?”

"Tsk, quick reflexes, shame it didn't work..." Jephson's expression darkened, displeased. Ben felt a surge of satisfaction. D*mn! Liora was downright impressive! Pummel that scoundrel to bits! But his joy was short-lived. A loud "thud" echoed. In his excitement, he accidentally knocked over a nearby flowerpot. As luck would have it, the ceramic pot landed squarely on his foot. "Ow!" Ben yelped like a dog, jumping up. The sudden movement strained his injured tailbone, causing him to lose balance upon landing.