Jeremy McCormick sat uneasily with his wingmen teasing them. He had a healthy relationship with his parents, they taught him how to be a gentleman, how to accept things as they are, and how to respect everyone and women to be specific. Because he had trouble with that in high school so to speak. Frankly, he did not makeup when it came to appearance. He was...average. And right now he didn't even know half of what he was doing. He was rolling through it like a drunkard trying to find the exit. Generally, he lacked self-motivation. He was laid back and had impractical goals. He just happened to find her along the way. He would just follow the breadcrumbs and he decided to go with it. Respect was a long stretch when it came to relationships_ But then he was afraid of the consequences. He might be happy on the surface but his mind was bustling about what people might think about him. Like he was dating a rich heiress who only recently. He might be happy on the surface but his mind was b

Valentina di Romano sighed, she felt a tightness in her chest, no it wasn't a stroke, it felt like something wrong was going to go wrong at any moment. She lived in a bubble for so long that it seemed inevitable that she would face another squabble. She returned to the counter while Raymond propped his hand on his chin, running his finger on a nickel. He was just sixteen years old. He did not believe in the ancient witch's ideals, she just happened to be an old lady who knew her chemistry very well. "And remember, do not give the pink boxes out for sale. They're special." Ray gave Valentina his best smile yet. "Okay, Nonna. I won't." He allowed himself a piece of chocolate from the blue box and she smacked his hand with a folded-up magazine. ... Francis saw the fraternity brothers prancing by the fraternity house, he was afraid that they might dump a bucket of ice cubes into his pants or make him drink from a barrel of beer upside down, or make him run through the field nake

He flew home. What she said hurt him so much, it was very sad that she thought no one else looked after her and on the other hand, he wanted to tell her that she was doing fine_of course, thanks to his selective muteness, he couldn't say anything. The trees looked dotted on the desert ground and patches of silver clouds encompassed the ant-sized houses. He had to stay above the clouds. He wondered why he was not getting immediate feedback back from his system about his position in the food chain (besides being human as Meg put it.) Besides that, he preferred being human to anything else, maybe a spider. Spiders were fun except for the murderous urge to eat a bug. Once, he tried to use his web to swing like a human being but the web just faltered under the breeze. Sometimes, the system required a lot of experimentation and he tried different animal fighting styles to develop his fighting style, it took a lot of focus and mental work to get the job done, and that was why he was able to

He inhaled and exhaled when his dad knocked. "Maks! Maksim Demetrius Anderson, you step outside, right now!" He banged on the door. "Open up!""Please, don't say that name out loud.""I have a spare key...I'm coming in on the count of three,_ one...two...three..." Maks stayed back ruddy-nosed and he held on to the door handle and clenched his hand on it. At this point, he was tone-deaf, there was no way chance in hell that he was going to tell his father that he was busy fighting and trying to keep them safe. The worst part of all was that the men who were trying to kill him now were masked [ Except the wolf but what did it matter? ]and he was NOT masked, so he could not trust anyone. His dad would take him seriously enough to ask him to see a therapist or laugh so hard that he would not dare talk about anything critical again. The world was full of bologna, that was what he would say.Knock* knock* knock* He knocked relentlessly. "Did I say flesh wound? I meant I have a fresh loop

"You haven't paid me for all those scrapes I've gotten you out of Rex, my advice, is don't bite the hand that fed you." He patted Rex's cheek. Rex felt like he was trying to swallow a spoonful of sand and wearing an itchy sweater at the same time. He didn't want to get on his benefactor's son's bad side either. But he didn't want to see Horacio getting hurt every time he went near Dominic. "Are you coming?" Horacio said....Maks stuffed his bag with clothes and toiletries. He hung his backpack and his system glitched. "This time you really came prepared." He said. The room was big, there was a new table at the center and Melvin was doing a quality check on the new speakers and a VR Game. Jessica was excited and danced on her tip-toes. "I love you!""Me too." She hugged him and he blushed.[ Kill Cancer ] [ Right now? ] He was ruminating about if that was just a hoax.[ Do you accept this quest?] He tapped the answer and moved on, he was waiting for a bus because his dad took