How many girls dream about the "Cinderella at the Ball" moment? I won't hide, I dreamt about the moment when all eyes were on me just like Cinderella came to the Ball Hall.
After the gala, I found myself buried in work, trying to catch up on all the tasks that had piled up during the event. With Ren taking a break from attending events, it meant a break for me as well. The success of Celestial Symphony had brought a wave of attention, with Katy's article capturing the essence of the gala and the presence of renowned fashion icons. Amidst the whirlwind, I stumbled upon a picture of myself from that night. It was as if I were looking at a completely different person, adorned with elegance and confidence. It reminded me of the transformative power of fashion and how it can bring out various aspects of one's personality. Interestingly, one noticeable change since the gala was Richard's attitude. He seemed to have become less persistent about me eating vegetables, perhaps understanding that everyone has their own preferences of likes and dislikes. However, his enthusiasm for tomatoes remained unchanged, still insist on them being the best fruit or vegetable,
After the Gala, I couldn't help but notice that Haze seemed busier than ever before. As if she was trying to get buried under her work to hide from something. There was a sense of urgency in her actions. She looks pale and tired, and concerned for her well-being, I often insisted that she should eat tomatoes. The fresh tomatoes from my family's farm were delivered from my home. Meanwhile, an unexpected event occurred between me and Katy. We began to grow closer, forging a friendship that surpassed my initial expectations. We found ourselves chatting regularly, engaging in lively conversations, and even talking on the phone almost every day. Katy's energy and enthusiasm were infectious, and I found comfort in her presence. Her articles, filled with captivating stories and accompanied by impressive photography, never failed to catch my interest. In fact, she even shared a few pictures from the Gala, including one where I was sitting near the bar, as well as stunning captures of Ren's ex
As I stepped into our apartment after the delightful date with Katy, a sense of calmness enveloped me. The evening had gone well, and I couldn't help but feel a growing connection with her. But a chilling scream pierced through the air, sending shivers down my spine. The sound was unmistakably Haze's voice, filled with terror and anguish. Without a second thought, I dropped everything and rushed toward her room, my heart pounding with concern. Reaching their room, my worries intensified as I found the door slightly ajar. I pushed it open gently, my worry growing with each passing second. It was unusual for Haze to leave their room unlocked, especially considering the importance they placed on personal space. There, in the dimly lit room, I saw Haze on her bed, her body trembling and tears streaming down her face. It was evident that she was having a terrible nightmare. She was crying out in her dreams, her voice filled with desperation, 'Don't die, Ricky. Please don't leave me alone.
"Hey, Ricky," I greeted my brother in our usual manner as he sat on the sofa, engrossed in watching the news. "Hey, my sunshine, what's your plan for today?" he asked, his voice filled with the warmth and familiarity that I had grown to love. "I think I'll stay at home and work," I replied, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. I didn't want anything to disrupt this happiness. "In that case, I'll go grocery shopping. Let's have dinner together and invite Ren over," Ricky suggested, a wide smile stretching across his face. There was a part of me that sensed something wasn't right, urging me to stop him. But I couldn't say a single word to express my concerns, and my body felt frozen in place. Ricky looked at me, his eyes filled with love, and said, "I'll be back." As the door closed behind him, I heard the screeching sound of a car followed by a deafening crash and someone's scream. In that moment, I cried out, "Don't die, Ricky. Please don't leave me alone," my voice echoing t
I'm Richard Carter, a writer for a newspaper, magazine, and web novel. I write romance novels that you may come across everywhere – stories where a guy meets a girl in a really unexpected way and they fall in love in the end. However, what I'm about to share with you is not a novel. At least, if it were a novel, it wouldn't be about me; it's about my annoying roommate. It all started four months ago when I was having a meeting with my editor at the publishing company. It was supposed to be just like any other regular meeting I had with him, discussing what to write next. While waiting for him, I found myself in the office lounge where employees were taking their coffee breaks. They offered me something to drink, but I politely declined. I decided to utilize the time to continue writing my ongoing web novel. It had garnered quite a good number of readers, and they were eagerly anticipating the next update later today. Just as I finished writing a chapter, my editor returned and invited
People call me Haze. It's not my real name, but I've never bothered to correct them. This story isn't about me anyway—it's about my annoying roommate. It all started three months ago when I was waiting in the lobby of a five-star hotel for my friend, who takes forever to get ready. The hotel was one of the finest in the city, and my friend, Ren insisted on staying there because they offered a spa room in their presidential suite. As I was waiting, I grabbed one of the newspapers from the counter. The scent of freshly brewed coffee wafted from a nearby café, and the cool marble floors felt refreshing beneath my feet. I rarely read newspapers, but I had nothing better to do while I waited for my friend to go shopping with me. Sinking into a plush armchair, I unfolded the paper and relished the soft rustle of the pages as I flipped through the sections. Suddenly a group of tourists began to gather in the lobby, waiting for their tour guide. I'm not fond of crowded places, which is why
As Haze confirmed that she was indeed Miss Haze, I felt a wave of relief washing over me. I couldn't contain my excitement and began babbling, "Oh, that's great! I can't believe you actually let me live here. It will really help with my writing. I'm writing about celebrities and wealthy people's lives..." But before I could finish my sentence, Haze interrupted me, her voice filled with surprise. "Wait, what did you just say?" A sense of panic started to creep in, and I repeated my question, desperately seeking clarification. "You are Miss Haze, right? The one who contacted me about my newspaper ad?" As soon as I mentioned the newspaper ad, it seemed to click in Haze's mind. She stood there, lost in thought for a moment, causing my worry to escalate. To get her attention, I cleared my throat, making my presence known. She swiftly invited me into her apartment, stating that we needed to have a long talk. At that moment, a mix of relief, anxiety, and uncertainty washed over me. Steppi
I wanted to have a conversation with Richard before things became more complicated, so I invited him to sit down with me in the living room. It seemed like he had something to say as well. Taking the lead, I began by stating, "Regarding our living arrangement, I think it's important for us to establish a few ground rules. First and foremost, let's respect each other's privacy. Our rooms, bathrooms, and offices should be separate, and we should only enter the other person's space if given permission." Richard looked at me with a convincing expression and nodded in agreement. Continuing the discussion, I added, "It's fine if you want to have guests over, but please give me advance notice. I'll do the same for you." Richard remained quiet but nodded again, signifying his acceptance of my suggestion. Then, I brought up a personal matter, saying, "Lastly, I tend to make noise during the night. It's just a part of who I am, and I hope you won't mind." I noticed Richard's surprise at this pa