Zamasu Novels & Stories

His voice jumped an octave, eyes glowing. Zane snorted. “It’s not a talking computer, it’s—” “A talking computer!” Ash cut in, pointing at Zane with an expression that screamed don’t ruin my imagination. “It said ‘hello’ and ‘access denied’ and ‘error 404’. That’s robot language, Mami.” “Oh my god,” I muttered, fighting a laugh. “You learned a lot today.” Ash bobbed his head quickly, cheeks still damp from the earlier meltdown. “Then… I met Aunt Zenna. She’s tall like a tree, Mami. And she got mad at Papi because Papi didn’t eat salad.”

“What’s the meaning of this?” Ms. Perfect roars as soon as she has caught her breath. “Do you know how much this rice cooker costs? It’s imported all the way from Japan and it has a microchip and uses fuzzy logic!” Kate lifts her horrified eyes to meet Ms. Perfect’s angry ones. Yssy thinks Kate should win the FAMAS Best Actress Award because her eyes reflect a complex mix of incomprehension, shock and guilt. Inside though, it isn’t lost on the two roomies that Ms. Perfect, a self-proclaimed Luddite, uses words like “microchip” and “fuzzy logic” (whatever that is) under stress.

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She had installed the most popular apps on the little storage till it eventually began to lag alittle but still able to carry ICQ— —a website that was like the modern day snapchat. And she was instantly tagged by someone close to her, she looked over her shoulders, clicking the text message to open to see a, hi. She narrowed her eyes at the screen before typing in the hardest keyboard she had touched. She hadn't touched much though but it was still hard to her. Ayeesh19@: hey. Something spiked her gut as if she wasn't supposed to reply to the message but she did. And when the door barged open, it startled her greatly. She flinched before turning around to her father. Or so she'd thought whos

"Expand the address word, it is fine using seductive way." "We can play all the time, at my home." "Where are you now?" "Near the grave, at the very edge, turn left, turn right, go down, go up, step forward 5 times, step back 10 times, shake 10 times." (Do at your own risk, don't do it at your home!) "Feel given a challenge back, Pass. Next." "I have many toys at home, wanna come?" "Where is your home?" "Orochimaru Headquarters, 15 Scotts Road #05-10 Thong Teck Building, Singapore."

The two times that I had gone to the bar in the company of several colleagues, he had been there, of course talking and laughing with Eva and going to her office on business and both times, I had left after 10 minutes, and since then I hadn’t gone to that place anymore. Of course, it wasn't just in there, no, of course not. Last week I went out to eat with several women from the company at a popular Japanese restaurant two blocks from Be productive, when I turned my gaze to a corner and met with amused feminine eyes, while her companion smiled at her really comfortable. Yes. I’m talking about Mark and Jessica. Jessica the bitch. The only thing missing was her tail and her barking. The nigiri

“how high up are we?” Camila asked as she looked out of the window, at the cloud s that surrounded them. They were currently in a plane getting ready to sky dive. Cory opened the huge directory that he held but the wind that rushed into the plane was so much, when he spread the directory to see, it flew from his hands and out of the plane. Roman burst into laughter at Cory’s embarrassed face. Camila didn’t find it funny though, she sent a glare in Cory’s direction.

Zander whimpered from the pain while I clutched my chest tightly. "Follow the fragrance," he urged on. Turning towards the direction of the scent, the pain disappeared. A frown marred my face. "Come on," Zander pushed me, once again, he was excited. Deciding to know what was going on, I began to trace the fragrance. The more I got closer to where it was coming from, the more Zander's excitement bubbled. "What is so special about this scent?" I growled. "It makes us feel at peace. See, it even healed us of the ache." He sighed happily. "It has become my favorite scent."

he gave me a purple coloured fruit. " Thank you" I said as I ate the fruit, it was cold in my mouth " hmmmm it's delicious" "What's this one called?" I asked " It's called Cula friut" he replied. " I love it, I love them all apart from the red fruit I ate earlier" I said I could still feel the bitter taste on my tongue. Prince Liam laughed holding his stomach. It was the first time he was laughing and he looked more like Master Derek. " The Rodar friut , it's a medicinal friut. We usually give it to people who are in pains or in coma" he said and then something clicked on my mind.

Amaris “Ugh,” I groan as I land on the dark gray mat covering the floor of the gym within the training grounds. “Come on, Princess,” Zach goads, knowing that I absolutely hate that nickname. “If you can’t stay on your feet while fighting me, how do you plan to take on our enemies, or any other threat?” “Fuck you!” I snarl as I flip, landing back on my feet and immediately charging him, launching into a roundhouse kick, barely holding back a laugh as he drops to the floor with a groan of his own.