Your My Zing の小説・ストーリー

"I want to mark you again, baby." "Zurin!" Oh, Goddess! I love the life you give me.

Please shhhhh shhhh. Sara : who are you? What are you doing in my cupboard? Zayn : ahhh that's Ill tell you everything . Please be silent. Okay? Sara : who are you ? ( Panicking) Zayn : I'm Zayn. Sara : what you doing here? Zayn Zayn : I don't know too...what I know is whenever I fall in sleep , I visiting your room in my dream. Sara : what? Zayn : I know you don't believe but this is true.

Zoom. Mr. Zoom was what my older sister Lena and I called the fake hairbrush that our daddy had given us when we were young. He gave us each one without saying a word. “Mr. Zoom’s Adult Hair brush” it said on it. The handle was shaped like a smooth dick that hit her and my ‘g’ spot perfect. It vibrated with batteries too. Our mom had one too for when daddy was away on long trips. My Mr. Zoom was going to get a workout tonight for sure after hearing Jeff’s conversation.

I pulled my phone out of my bag and texted I :Can we meet tonight, I need a friend. Z :Sure, we met at the venue yesterday if you don't mind.

Maybe I was just another girl to him, another name he'd forget by next week. Or maybe— My phone buzzed. Unknown number. Seattle area code. I stared at it, my thumb hovering over the answer button, my pulse hammering in my ears. It buzzed again. I answered. "Hello?" Silence. Then— "We need to talk." The voice was low, rough, unmistakable. Zane. My breath caught, the café suddenly started spinning around me. "Hello Muffin. Where are you?" he asked. I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing came out.

It's asking for trouble. But tonight, I don't care. Tonight, trouble feels like a destination. I slide onto a stool at the far end of the bar, away from the other patrons. The bartender is a Beta woman with gray-streaked hair and tattooed arms. She looks at me, looks at my neck—checking for a claiming bite, checking for signs of designation—and then looks away. "What'll it be?" "Whiskey. Whatever's cheapest." She pours. The glass slides across the bar. I catch it, lift it to my lips, and let the liquid burn its way down my throat.

CHAPTER 5 LIZZY’S POV “I have been hearing symphonies, If all I heard was silence Perhaps it is for you and me And every melody is timeless Life is stringing me along Then you came and you cut me lose So, I am singing on my own I can’t find the key without you And now your song is on repeat And I am dancing on to your heartbeat And when you are gone, I feel incomplete So, if you want the truth I just want to be part of your symphony…………...” I sang along to Zara Larsson which was featured by clean bandit as I kept on jogging. I had to burn off the calories from yesterday before my fitness instructor comes and places me on another annoying diet. I stopped and took a gulp of water before contin

ARDYN. Zay and I were entertained by our ‘types’ opposite us. Their laughter was almost contagious considering Zay almost laughed with them. We had finished our meal and were about to head out when I heard that name again, Zyra. This had to be the craziest thing ever. She was everywhere, literally, and since I couldn’t see her face, it was just useless at this point.

She said making a sound of "p" "Then say goodbye to McDonald's then!" I said . I don't want to blackmail her but she need to take her meds in a right time. For God sake I am a doctor! "But Sissy! It's gross and eww! It taste bitter and yucky! " She said while wave her hand to me. "Even though it's yucky and eww you said! But still you need to drink your med in a right time. !" "But sis! Can I just have a medicine that's yummy and delicious!" She whine at me

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