Novel & Cerita Short Bl

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Alex: besides, I’m almost done with the project. SEBASTIAN KEATES: fine, whatever you say. SEBASTIAN KEATES: How bout you join the football team then? Alex: I don’t play football. SEBASTIAN KEATES: Basketball then? Alex: I don’t intend on being the shortest in the team SEBASTIAN KEATES: LMAO you know you aren’t short. Alex: but definitely not as tall as the rest of the members of the basketball team. SEBASTIAN KEATES: Fine.

I trailed. " S*x without the rubber is the best ..." He said and my face burned red in a blush . " You're definitely shameless " I said and he burst out laughing . TBC

he crossed his arms while standing beside me observing the brunette. She was pretty but her dress code screamed prostitute. Her skirt was too short for comfort and her shirt revealed too much skin and to top it all off, she was a pretty little slip of a thing. "No." She said. "THAT THING-" she gestures to me "-doesn't deserve to be here."

If he sighed or growled. “Haven’t heard that tonight,” “Are you usually this short?” Finally, the woman's eyes shifting to his own, she smiled a small smile. One he’d hoped was the first genuine of the night. Gripping the railing beside him, Blue wondered whether his knuckles were white from the summer chill or from struggling with the same disgusting urges as she. But hadn’t the guts to ask. Instead, narrowed her eyes with a small, troublesome smile, “Only to the people I don’t like,” and pressed her knees together to stifle her need as a stony hand dwarfed her shoulder.

Tho its a little bit short It's a prologue though,so.... Please comment and vote.

No curves, no nothing. I’m standing outside the tall building on my medium-height heels, black pants, and a white shirt with thin vertical stripes. My hair is loose on my back and my make-up is minimal, just my eyes have a little color in them, nude lips, and simple jewelry. I’m just chatting with Margot Pope, a friendly chat, and that’s it. A chat about me guarding a house while the owner is not home. At least that was what it said online about the whole deal.

not like this. To Be Continued...

Very small. But real.

I say deflating in seconds. After a short cab ride, all three of us are standing at the ruins of a blown-up bus, although there are nobodies lying around on the street you can still see the bloodstains from where they were, the whole area has been cordoned off, there are still police and investigators looking around so there's not much chance of us being able to get near the site without being spotted, I stand at the edge of the tape, close my eyes and take in as much air as I can, I breathe deeply trying to concentrate on the smell around me but all I'm getting is the scent of the humans around me and burnt remains of the explosion