You Will Rue The Day Icarly Novels & Stories

He was part of them, in their midst, and would stop at nothing to bring me down. “How dare you be so cruel to Chief Han? How dare you?” I uttered in a deep voice, my eyes fixed on the window. We passed so many buildings, and still, the thoughts didn't stop coming, slamming into my mind. I wished I had punched him in the face to show him how it feels to be humiliated that way. “Alpha Killian, we will be getting back late if we head to the club! Should I still continue?” Beta Dayton asked one more time, but I didn't respond to him.

I walked out of the meeting room, leaving behind a chorus of despair and panic. Some cried, "No, Ms. Cooper!" while others shouted, "This is all your fault, Keira!" A full-blown internal conflict had erupted, triggered by the fear of losing their paychecks. I returned to my office and locked the door. Outside, the cries, curses, and pounding on the door shook the floor like an earthquake. "Ms. Cooper, I was wrong! Please don't shut down the daycare!"

Unknown: I hate you. I smile. Me: See you tomorrow night, piccola. Wear something easy to take off. Three dots appear. Disappear. Appear again. Unknown: Go to hell. Me: Already there. You’re just joining me. I down my whiskey. Phase one complete, now the real fun begins.

The air smells like exhaust and rain. She whispers, to no one, "I’m in love with my brother." Saying it out loud doesn’t fix anything. It just makes it real. Inside, Jake’s laugh filters through the wall as he talks to Mom. Rihanna closes her eyes and leans on the railing until her arms hurt. Two more weeks before she has to go back to school. Two weeks to pretend. She can do that.

Bullies! “Leave him alone!” Jason screamed, rushing towards the mob. Duke, seeing his chance as the mob paused for a while, took it, running across the road at the same time a truck swept down it. “Duke!” Jason screamed. But it was too late. Duke dashed headlong into the road, intent on escaping his bullies. The truck, moving faster than it was supposed to, slammed into him, lifting him high up into the sky where he completed one full rotation before his body came smacking down on the asphalt.

Brandon smile and kiss my lips. "Yea now I want to enjoy my Highschool Days"I say . "With You" "With me?" "Yea With You" The End Thanks everyone who support my work ,I really get a very unaccepted feedback from you Thanks for reviews ,and thanks for your views , stay tune and follow my other work , love you all stay safe and happy .

Andrea replied . I miss you . I'm sorry . Come back we need you. Uncle Brent is crying :(. I sped dialed Andrea and she picked up. " Lara... I'm sorry." She sounded sad and it tore me apart . "Hey angel its not your fault buttercup. I love you we'll talk tomorrow okay." "Promise. " "I promise." "Night Lara . Love you." "Night buttercup I love you too. I hung up and cried. I got up from the corner of my bedroom and went to go take a warm shower and cried some more .I don't know what it is about crying in the shower; specifically a raindrop shower that calms me down.

Despite her refusals, he dropped her at the entrance of their home. "Now that you are just a step away of the threshold, why won't you just cross it and come inside? Aunt talks about you alot. She will be happy seeing you." First half of the sentence was dripped in sarcasm and next half in suggestion. Both loved teasing each other and throwing sarcastic remarks. A childhood habit. Theodore, well, was excluded from this. "Another time." Chris waved his hand off in dismissive manner. "For now go on and meet your Mr. Possessive." Chris loved giving meaningful names to his buddy, names that suit his persona.

Well, that wasn't the reunion I was hoping for. "You just met Jace CruelHart nicknamed Cruel and Dash Rutherford nicknamed Ruthless." Jessica rushes to my side and whisper for me to ignore them. She helps me to my feet and we enter the hall and find a comfortable... manageable spot to stand and listen to the welcome back to school speech.

Not even for a fleeting second. As her knees scrunched to the floor, where her aunt lay half lifeless, the image of that one tragic day played in her head. Bullet to her parents’ head, then her brother’s head. Being burnt to ashes, being buried alive. All of it cut through her chest like a knife would. Tears slid down her cheeks, the tears mirroring the betrayal in her eyes. “I hate you!” Jasmine managed to say, and the smile on Aunt Beatrice’s face widened.