3 Idiots Novels & Stories

"Come with me!" Ariana pulled her hand away. "Can't you see that I'm eating? Besides, why should I go with you? Aren't you worried it'll upset the pretty lady beside you?" Spencer's face lit up. "Are you jealous?" Boa responded, "You can give your eyes to those who need them if you're not going to use them properly. Or did you have an extra eye that saw Ari get jealous? "I've only heard of men having a third leg, but I've never heard of them having a third eye."

Now, for the one divorce that truly mattered, he arrived punctually. When Benedict saw me, he stepped toward me. “I’ve thought about many things over the past three days. Perhaps we haven’t reached the end yet. “I finally understand what it feels like to lose the person you love. “I could never betray you again. It’s unbearable.” For three full years, Benedict had never once repented. Were three days truly enough to grant him such an awakening? I smiled bitterly and shook my head. “Benedict, over the past few years, I gave you thirty-three chances.

I, Charles Turner, was a single father staying with my son as he studied in Noule, Muria. Our neighbor was another woman and her daughter, who happened to be my son's collegemate. The mother, Kerrigan O'Reiley, was heavily pregnant. Meanwhile, her husband was constantly away from home due to work. Unable to reign in her urges, she secretly slept with my son, Carl Turner. Kerrigan's daughter, Shanine Baxton, was strikingly beautiful. With her amazing complexion and shapely legs, she could easily pass as a celebrity.

She observed that the logo of Tinder's Corp featured bold, black lettering against a white background with a blue outline and an abstract symbol of a building. She would have gotten a closer look at it if it wasn’t 10 feet above her height. Ella joined her a few minutes later, and they both walked in, almost at the elevator. “OMG!” Ella exclaimed and paused. “What happened?” Sarah concerned. “I forgot to tell you something.” She recalled. Just as she was about to talk, Dan passed through the entrance door. Sarah froze, and Ella traced Sarah’s eyes to Dan. “Is he walking towards us?” Sarah asked Ella.

commented the third gay, What?! Date? Performance level? Pregnancy? What?! are you kidding me?!" I asked them ."Hahahahahaha!"The 3 idiots just laughed >< "Of course! Of course! Why would your husband fix you up like that without a date and a hot romance right!?" answered the gay while grinning. "Exactly! That's why we'll gotta go!" they said in chorus and they winked at me at the same time and then turned away. -___-

“Those are the Duchess Trio. They eat lunch like they’re auditioning for a perfume ad.” I glanced at them — all glossed lips and cold stares. “They look expensive.” “They are. Their attitudes come in designer packaging.” I laughed, the sound slipping out too easily. It felt good, lighter than anything I’d felt all day. “Half these girls think silence is a power move,” Jennifer said. “Maybe it is.” “Then we’re definitely powerless.” We both burst into laughter, loud enough that one of the trio turned to glare. Jennifer only smiled wider. For a few minutes, everything was simple. Just laughter, a hint of rebellion, and the feeling that maybe I could still belong somewhere normal.

They watched. The Unbound Triad had risen. And nothing would ever be the same.

I raised it high. “Don’t call me your mate again,” I warned. “Or I swear, I’ll cut you down where you stand.” The triplets didn’t flinch. Not one of them stepped back. Instead, they looked at me as if I was something they been waiting for all their lives, as if my threats meant nothing.

"What a perfect match. A pity the Holt family's heir passed away so young." "How can a widow possibly stand firm in a wealthy household? Wouldn't it be better if the younger brother married her, fulfilling the elder brother's last wish?" "You know, they really do look well-matched. If they got together, it would be a legendary love story in the elite circle." Charlotte reposted the trending topic, then quickly "accidentally" deleted it, fanning the flames of speculation even further. Perhaps noticing my pale expression after the memorial, "Sebastian" rushed home to explain.

The guys start to oooo and ahhh, and Anton presses his hand to his chest as if I’ve mortally wounded him. “It burns, guy. You’re the youngest in an Alpha family too.” “True, but the youngest of triplets, so that’s different. It keeps me in the game.” We stare at each other for a few seconds before we both laugh. We do this all the time, so there’s no harm intended.