Novel & Cerita A Little Too Familiar

“ I love you too” ***

And away again. I smirked to myself. Here we go. Sure enough, a few seconds later, he stood up and walked over. Well—shuffled over, like he couldn’t quite convince himself this was a good idea. “Hey,” he said, voice small. “Um. Sorry. Just… noticed you from across the room. You looked like you might be, uh… cool to talk to.” I raised an eyebrow. “That so?” He flushed instantly, scratching the back of his neck. “I-I mean, if you’re not busy or whatever. I just thought… you look kind of familiar. Are you, like, on I***a or something?”

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This was too much. Too much.

I said, the side of his lips tugs upward as he laughs mocking my question, I look at him as he cough in blood, raise his gaze to me and look me directly in the eyes. "Funny to say that you did trust me too- once, Mina," he said, coughing between every word. I raise my brow as I saw him struggling with his every word but managed to show some arrogant replies, I did trust him-- did was the keyword but after I found out everything it opened my eyes and it's surprising that they didn't find out who I am knowing how his father works, not impressive for my part after I was introduced to the Moreiti no one knows except the family-- our family.

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A small note had slipped out with it. Will you be my girlfriend?

One of my friends asked. "So kind of weird but my wolf is saying this actress Amina Jordan is my mate?" I said looking down at her acting profile. "Wow really?" Someone asked. "I guess?" I said still confused. "Awesome we'll have a famous Luna" a voice said and there were a couple cheers. Kit was growling in my head, maybe he was right with how possessive he was being. "I'll talk to you guys later" I said waving them off and going to look for my parents.

I said. My voice dropped slightly. “It was… slower than that.” A pause. “You don’t notice it happening until you don’t trust yourself anymore.” Silence. I stared at our hands. At the way his thumb had stilled slightly against my skin. “That’s why the Ethan thing feels wrong,” I added. “Because I recognise it.” Another pause. “And I promised myself I wouldn’t ignore that again.” Nate’s grip tightened slightly. “Isabel—” “I’m not there again,” I said quickly. “I’m not… that version of myself anymore.”

Before they took me away, I had begged Mom through my tears, asking if I could at least have a slice of my birthday cake first. Mom had said, "You can have some when you learn how to be good and come back home." I had learned how to be good, but I still hadn't gotten any cake. Adam suddenly smiled and said, "Dexter, the definition of 'normal' is pushing down the people you dislike. Go ahead and push me. Just like you did three years ago." I stared at his face. Something seemed to be flickering deep within his eyes, and his standard smile had vanished.