먼치킨 Novels & Stories

- - One Week Later - "There he is," Marcus pushes into River's apartment, and swaying two bags on each hand. "Here I am." River says, lacking enthusiasm, but Marcus notices and pouts immediately. "Sumu Chos?" River gestures to the familiar logo, the chimes words for fast food printed on it. "Chinese Food and beer," Marcus grins proudly. "You are heaven sent. I really do need some comfort food." "Someone doesn't seem too happy with being the most famous charity chairman around town." Marcus raises an eyebrow and River sighs.

she said and continued savoring her creamy and cheesy chicken pie. “How about the name?” Her heart rate was erratic as Claire took a moment to remember. He was the only lead she has left to regain her hazy memories from the accident. “Elian? Ellery? Right, Elliot Sphene.” “I hope that’s not a fake name either.” “Hey! He seems polite and not the type to lie their way out.” “Right, not everybody is like me,” Ava said, rolling her eyes. When she saw Claire purse her lips from across her, she smiled. “It’s a force of habit, okay? I’m working on it. Now we can enjoy our lunch.”

He don't see my like as mine it's all his. Well I still remember when I see his devil side first time. I still feel bad and I will never forgive myself beacuse of itz beacuse of me someone die. Flashback :- Allen is 14 year old and Ray is 21, one day he came to meet Allen ,but he not alone one of his best friend came with him and his name is King, he is really sweet and nice guy he brings many chocolate for Allen, Allen is really happy to meet him.

The week spent next to Kit was a mixture of hell and heaven for Tom. And a source of mass of pleasant, funny and funny memories. Keith is at McDonald's, watching the double hamburgers floating past on trays with her round eyes, and says that she might be a vegetarian tonight. And he orders… chicken salad. In her opinion, it's quite vegetarian :) The whale follows his spit flying into the river with a touching look. “Always wanted to spit off the Brooklyn Bridge,” she shares. — Even if the bridge is not the same, but still the feeling is awesome ... Come on, who is next?

“I need your moral support, Tink. Maybe I’ll even let you help pick it out.” “Hmm…” I muse, darting him a sideways glance, suddenly on board with this whole idea. “Well in that case, I think you’d look good with a tattoo of a fluffy little kitten. Oh! Or a unicorn!” I slow at a stop sign, turning to face him with a devilish grin. “Or how about my name with a little heart over the letter I? That’d be really rugged and manly.” He winces. “On second thought, maybe I’ll choose something myself.”

The duchess rambled on and on about how her only martins left her. Alice made her face into a scowl; if her father left them then it has nothing to do with them. He must have his reasons for that so there is no way she would stay and someone will blame her for that. “But we have spoken about this countless time, him leaving has nothing to do with me. And I am mature enough to know what is good for me granny.” Alice regretted when she let the word granny out of her mouth.

I answered, not hesitating. “I just wanted to say thank you for what you did a while back” I said in a breath. “Oh that, Marino isn't one to mix with. You might as well take this as a friendly hint” He said with a chuckle. “Rest up, tomorrow's going to be a long day”

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

Charlene and Renew settled onto a worn park bench, their next move weighing heavily on their minds. With a deep sigh, Charlene pulled out her lunch, stomach grumbling. Grandma had packed her favorite—turkey and cheese with mayo, sweet pickles, sliced tomatoes, a sprinkle of salt, pepper, oregano, and a drizzle of extra virgin olive oil on a soft roll. A classic Lay’s bag sat beside it. She grinned, popping a few chips into her sandwich for that perfect salty crunch.

Maybe even the best flavor out there. He bought some other things, placed them in my lap and started up the engine. My thighs heat up from the warm food, McSlap is a great restaurant. My favorite in the entire town. They offer so many options. "I can't believe you still like mint chocolate chips." I moan around the taste, "I refuse to believe you don't. Have you tried it? It is delicious." "It's basically frozen toothpaste."