행동 Mga Nobela at Kwento

I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me- The doorbell went off. My eyes were large as I heard it. It was early- I looked at my watch on my wrist. Too early for the makeup artist, who could it- again, the doorbell went off. Behind me, Rosy walked to the door. I had a feeling in my stomach. I was going to have to start acting quickly. I steadied myself following behind Rosy. I had made it to the door, seeing Rosy open it up

I started to step forward but Niru basically yanked me back my hair. ‘Don’t interrupt.’ ‘I…what? They are going to hurt themselves. They shouldn’t have been paired up.’ Niru shook his head. ‘This isn’t your show, Ethan. This is our mate’s training. You defer to her. Don’t step over her.’ I pursed my lips and my hands itched to move but I stood next to her. Sneaking a peak at her face, her eyes were completely focused on the two of them. Her mouth was turned down slightly in a frown. Finally, Brandon grabbed the back of Kev’s shirt and pulled him back. Kev tried to recover but was too off balance. Brandon’s knee was aimed for Kev’s arched back as he was falling back.

That makes sense. “So what are you in here for?” I ask Veronica. “Setting my high school on fire.” I raise both my eyebrows. “What?” “Nothing. Nothing at all.” The brown-haired guy sitting beside her says placing his two hands on both her shoulders. “That’s Connor Lord. Age 21, Grade B. He’s in here for selling drugs. Like Lots of ‘em.” “That's it? Just selling drugs?” Do people go to behavioral management schools for that? “And…maybe beating numerous guys half to death because they were late on payments.”