Carter's son,Alex,had just meet the new girl to Brooklyn House. He couldn't even breath a word when he first saw her.She was tall and slender,short brown hair and a mjusi hair piece.She had a super cute smile and a soft laugh.He was taking her to her room."So does everyone have their own room,or is it like dorms?"The new girl asked."Own rooms,oh!i forgot to ask,what is your name?"Alex said."My name is Kialeana,but just call me Kia."Kia alisema smiling.They reached Kia's room and after an hour,they saw each other again."Well,if it isn't the first person I met!Alex right?"Kia asked...
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This is GROJBAND. The song if from Mockingjay kwa Susanne Collins
Laney got the first note a week after IT happened. IT was when Corey, her boyfriend for a month, best friend for life, had taken the blame for some terrible thing Laney had done. Again.
This time, though, the consequences were irreversible.
Laney had killed three people. Corey knew he would be hanged, but he covered for her anyway. The law enforcement had forced her to watch as the life drained from his eyes, which found hers at the last minute, as he...
“Hey, Dipper, did wewe ever think of what everyone would do if wewe just randomly died tomorrow?” I asked.
“Um, no. Why would I think about that? … Wait, you’re not getting depressed again, are you?” The last swali was asked rather frantically. I smirked and shook my head.
“I just like to be prepared for anything. It is quite possible that I could die in the inayofuata 24 hours.” I reassured him in a purposely non-reassuring way. He raised his eyebrows, and I started to sing:
I tried my best. But, how could I do this? I hated what has happened to humanity today. I didn't want to be a part of it anymore. I got bitten, and there was nothing anyone could do about it. My arm throbbed where the zombie had grabbed on with strong arms and clenched down, crushing my bone. Without a sekunde thought, I pointed my gun to its head, and pulled the trigger. The zombie that destroyed my life fell to the ground, blood pooling around its deformed head. I fell to the ground, screaming. I saw a figure threw the deep fog run to me with his gun pointing straight at the horde of zombies...
MI6 agent Scott Filbury waited quietly outside the office of the head of the department. He was not told why he had been summoned, but the agents usually weren’t. He sat still; the only movement were his eyes, darting to every corner of the blank hallway, trying to take in every detail of his surroundings as he had been trained to 6 years before. He was only 28 and had been recruited after saving 3 people in a burning building, inaonyesha a ‘desire for passion and justice’ as his profaili read.
A woman with brown curly hair was cleaning the lunch meza, jedwali while looking at the clock on the ukuta every five seconds. Her husband was gone working. She still couldn't believe it. How could he be so calm?
"Don't worry, Rachel, she's with Derek. She called you, that means she's learning to be responsible"
Responsible, my ass, Rachel thought. Responsible would be coming nyumbani after school instead of hanging around with that boyfriend of hers. And could she really trust him? After all he was a seventeen mwaka old guy who probably did his thinking with his dick instead of...
Damon was lying on Elena's kitanda as Elena was going through her jewelry, looking for some bracelet au mkufu she didn't like anyway. "I think your wiccan friend might be an issue" Damon said.
"How's that?" Elena asked distracted without turning around. "Well, she and I are not the best friends, wewe know. I doubt she'll invite me in, in her magical little house" Damon replied.
"So?" Elena shrugged. "You can wait outside, we don't need wewe to do the spell" Damon frowned his eyes angry. "Well, then I suppose I can go back home, so I can play with Katherine, like wewe said...
The sun fell on Amber's face and she woke up kwa the heat of it. She rubbed her eyes, trying to orientate, as she saw a man sitting inayofuata to her. He looked familiar. As she tried to recall she felt an insistent pain in her neck. She lay her hand on it, to see what it was.
"I bit you, that's why you're in pain" Stefan explained. Amber looked at him. "Who are you?" she asked, crawling backwards. Stefan reached out his hand. "I'm here to help you" he alisema softly.
Amber shook her head. "No, stay away from me!" she alisema terrified. Stefan didn't songesha an inch. "You need help....