A Little Too Familiar 소설 & 이야기

“Let's talk if you make it out alive. Our topic will be an intruiging one. To give you a little clue. Nix.” ⚘ little ⊹ lies ··································································································································

I paused which stretched too long. I forced a small smile. “Occupational hazard, I guess.” But he didn’t smile back. Instead he leaned forward slightly. “Strange." He murmured. My pulse quickened. “What is so strange in it ? Many people do it .” “ I don’t know why it feels… familiar. Like I have seen it before .” The word hit harder than it should have. I tightened my grip on the cup. “Maybe you’ve seen it somewhere,” I said lightly. “People have habits.”

either you eat or get eaten that's the rule of nature Fearless,bold ,terrifying, brave vocabulary of rumors seemed to change little does they know the person behind the walls remains the same but i would prefer to be a little misunderstood than to be hurt by others again i would rather play bad guy then be at stake of a bad guy either you play or get played that's the rule of nature Be the predictor not prey be the chaser not runner be the alpha not omega after all it's better to be strong and a little misunderstood"

Not even a little. I felt like Luna.

" I threw them on the table and sighed. "What the hell is this? Don't they have any work to do other than invading others' privacy? Bloody morons, putting assumptions without any basis."

I breathed, maybe a little too loud, because he heard me. His head tilted slightly in curiosity. "Oh, hey. You must be new to 5A?" "No, no, just visiting," Dad answered, patting my shoulder. "But my daughter will be working for the Walkers." Archie grinned. "Guess that makes us neighbors, then. I live next door." "Great," I squeaked, my voice way too high-pitched.

> "It's a little funny. Now pay attention. This is complicated and I don't have energy to repeat it." _*]:min-w-0">

Let's go" He ordered and I stood up. "When we come face to face with people, I expect you to compose yourself. Your name is Lauren Dennis, you're a software engineer from a prestigious yet unknown family and you schooled in Hamilton University. You lived a sheltered life. Your hobbies are reading, writing and violin practice. Are we clear?

I stared at my mobile screen for seconds before smiling to myself. The grin wasn’t out of mockery but of relief. Cass clung to the fantasy to keep up with appearance, much like how the rest of the family played the role of one big, happy family. I no longer saw the need to call them out on their lies. The next day, I went to check out a newly developed complex unit. The neighborhood was in a decent location, close to my workplace. While the unit didn’t feature a lot of space, the layout was perfect and bright for me.

He said, hanging up. Sweetheart? That was new. I don’t even know if he realised he had called me it. I wouldn’t bring it up either. That isn’t something you call someone you are having a sexual affair with. That is more like something you call someone you are dating or in a relationship with. I am probably overthinking it. I shook it off and got back to my book. I was excited to see him tomorrow, even if he doesn’t know he is seeing me. I believe the rest of my weekend is going to be better than I first thought.