LOGIN3rd POVCONCERT BACKSTAGE…“Guess what?”The voice cut through the backstage chaos like a thrown stone.
Mannie’s POVThe bright light from my phone screen flashed across my face before dimming again.For a second, I just stared at it from my bed, my thumb hovering anxiously over the notification bar while my heartbeat thumped louder than the ceiling fan spinning above my head. The room smelled faintly of baby lotion and detergent from the folded clothes sitting at the edge of the bed, but my attention stayed fixed on that screen like my life
Mannie’s POV“Kids, I am back.”My voice echoed through the house as I pushed the door open with my shoulder. The grocery bags hanging from both hands dug painfully into my fingers, and the cold evening air followed me briefly before the door shut behind me.
“Then tell me.”His lips trembled badly.“M-Mummy…”A hiccup interrupted him.
Mannie’s POV“Good evening, ma’am. I am calling from Primrose Kindergarten. Your child, Adam, has refused to stop crying since the release of results, and we would like you to come pick him up.”I slowly lowered the phone from my ear.
3rd POVHanding her bag to the maid, she walked toward her father, who was comfortably seated on the large couch while watching a human television show.The old man looked relaxed in a way that almost never happened anymore. One leg rested over the other while a glass of red wine sat untouched beside him on the table. The television lights flashed across his wrinkled face, shifting from blue to gold every few seconds as loud human voices filled
The dim light of the bar gave everything a grainy hue. Music still echoed faintly from the cheap speakers, but my mind was fixed on one thing—the woman who had just stepped off the stage.She wasn’t like the others. There was something deeply strange about her outfit—layers of mismatched clothing t
Dominic’s PovThe doors of the private terminal at City A Airport slid open with a hiss as I stepped into the humid air, the city’s noise and scent rushing at me all at once. I hated this place. Too loud. Too crowded. Too human.Still, I drew attention—of course I did.Women turned. Whispers flew.
Zarah’s POVThe chandelier sparkled like diamonds overhead as I dipped my spoon into a bowl of golden pear compote. The velvet curtains swayed lightly with the breeze, the scent of fresh orchids wafting from every corner of the grand estate. I was draped in a silk robe worth more than my old apar
Five years later...“Mama! He poured juice on my shirt!”“No, I didn’t! She spilled it herself!”“Why do I only have one shoe?!”The walls of our cramped three-bedroom apartment shook with noise. Eight kids, raced around the kitchen like a tornado made of chubby limbs, flying cereal, and relentles







