A Cute Girlfriend Semimaru 소설 & 이야기

I wipe the sensor clean with my cloth, and the man retreats into the darkness with the rest. "Drain his account and burn the body," I explain, to the closest man on my left. This man is Lincoln Murphy. He is the second person I would turn to. The first is his older brother, Leander. He somehow managed a life outside of the empire, and for that, I'm jealous. He's off galivanting with his sweet little girlfriend, whom I had yet to meet in the two years that they had been dating. Lincoln swore she's real. He even proved it to me with pictures. That's how I deduced she was his sweet little girlfriend. I never would have pegged him for enjoying the company of a redhead, but then again, I enjoyed

My mouth turns dry for some reason. Her fiancé. Damien and Mara are engaged.

Himari’s POV. - “I’m Pearl, and it’s my pleasure, Himari”. I stagger back, excitement funneling through me as I blink at the horse who’s staring right back at me. ‘Woah! Runa, she replied me’ It’s difficult not to show how ecstatic I feel as I staple my feet to the ground to prevent myself from jumping up and down. “Heh, it seems she likes you, Mari. You’ve charmed her as you charmed me.” Ciel comes to stand abreast of me, stretching a gloved hand to stroke the top of Spring’s head while I giggle.

I scolded my youngest sister but she only laughed at me as if she is enjoying that I felt annoyed and uncomfortable in front of our parents. "Is Brother Craig handsome, Brother Sarge?" Selina asked again, unwilling to let go of her question. "He is handsome but it looks like Sister Sha is not his type. That's why he ignored her beauty," Sarge replied while laughing out loud which makes me more feels annoyed. Even Selina couldn't help but laugh at what her older brother said.

So, Eric could be this thoughtful after all. Through the camera lens, I saw them embracing each other, smiling like they were the happiest couple in the world. Behind them was the towering cake and room filled with roses. The whole thing wasn't just picture-perfect but romantic as well. After the birthday song, I went to the restroom. On my way back, I caught another conversation between Eric and Jonah. "You really put in the effort for Lila, huh? Gina never got this kind of treatment." "Yes, being with Lila is easy and sweet. She's cuter, gentler, and more thoughtful than Gina. She makes me really happy."

Just then, I spotted Damian walking toward me from a distance, and just like before, he looked slightly troubled. “Babe, can we push our plans for the weekend to another time? The team leader asked me to help Lily out,” he said, his tone filled with reluctance, like he didn’t really want to agree but had no choice. “Of course, I can wait,” I replied without hesitation, my voice calm and understanding. “My girlfriend is so considerate,” he said with a relieved sigh before leaning forward and placing a light kiss on my forehead. I resisted the urge to pull away.

Patima spoke then dragged Ivy towards the said guy. MJ bowed down then gave Ivy a small smile. "Hello, I'm Mark Jacob Watanabe, Patima’s fr-" Patima cut him off. "He's my boyfriend, Ivy" everyone stops as they stare at Patima in shock. MJ looks at Patima in shock then blushes before looking away. Patima smirks before she intertwines their hands together. Ivy smiles at them then bow down. "Hi, I'm Ahn Cho Hee but please call me Ivy, cousin of Amber Ahn and fiancee of Sam Shui," she said proudly.

'' He said, holding my gaze, which was already filled with anger. With a deep breath, I stood to my feet and took a step closer to him. ''See?'' I showed my finger, which had my wedding ring, and noticed the confused look on his face. ''We are married, and she is not my half-sister. Rather, we are mates,'' I announced and got a soft chuckle from him. ''This is a ridiculous game. Is this what you use in driving guys away?'' He asked, getting me more annoyed.

At the world , Like she owned all of it. Rubben’s whole body changed. He lit up. Proud and Happy. “Oh,” he said, and his voice was different. Lighter. “Everyone, this is Mara. My girlfriend.” The word hit me in the center of my chest. Girlfriend. It echoed until it wasn’t a word. It was a sound. A bad sound. Like metal tearing. Eight months. Eight months of calls. Eight months of “I miss you, tiny” and “What are you doing? No, don’t tell me, I have a meeting in ten” and “You should be sleeping, it’s late there.”