A Perfect Day To Be Alone 소설 & 이야기

~~~ *** ~~SERENA~~ *** Being alone means learning how to party on your own. And not just the kind of party where you’re scrolling through your phone in bed with your legs tangled in a blanket and crumbs from a chocolate bar stuck to your collarbone. No. This is a full-blown, stand-on-the-coffee-table, blast-the-record-player party. Sober. Alone.

"So far everybody has been amazing. And I know Asher and I aren't going to be the perfect leaders. But I mean that's why we have you as a pack." I took a shaky breath."Because anybody alone has imperfections, but put people together and suddenly their imperfections turn into perfections making us one. Together as one we are perfect. I know we can do this because were not alone. We have you to make us that perfect one.

Chapter 3 Lena stepped out, the cold morning air brushing against her skin. The world beyond the house stretched out vast and wide, a picture of serenity-too perfect, too still. The trees on the path swayed gently, their whispering leaves the only break in the silence. Ethan kept pace with her, his hand resting lightly at the small of her back. It was a comforting touch, but to Lena, it was an anchor-a subtle reminder that she was never truly alone.

Lyra: Beep—beep—beep— I slam my hand down onto the night stand beside me, shutting off the alarm immediately. Oh, how I've dreaded for this day to come. My vacation seemed so short. Almost too short. I grab my phone and check the date to make sure that this isn't a mistake. And it isn't. Sadly. My phone buzzes in my hand and I receive a notifiction signaling a text from Elena, my best friend.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

Why can’t I just be happy with that? I went to a 24-hour gym to work out. I needed to blow off some steam. Since I’d become a wolf, I’ve become even stronger and able to work out harder and longer. My muscles have also gotten bigger. I saw a few women eye me at the gym, but they didn’t interest me. One woman with red hair and big tits had balls and approached me to ask me for my number, but I turned her down. I watched as she slipped a piece of paper in my gym bag anyway. Maybe if I fucked someone else, I could get over Tiffany. We’ve become too intimate and it’s making me want her more than ever. I just needed a one-night stand to set my mind right.

I have been running around in search of my mate since I woke up that I don’t even know what I feel. Eight years, after eight years I found her only to not find her beside me the very next day. I had her in my reach, in my arms, and yet I don’t have her. I have craved her presence for eight years, did everything I could to find her, and yet I’m all alone.

She leaves me alone, hypothetically alone because I'm sure Adal is somewhere in this apartment. + After a couple of minutes of reading fashion magazines or browsing through F******k and I*******m, I decided to close my eyes. I couldn't find anything good on social media, or maybe I could just go back to the series I had paused. I didn't want to watch it in my current state of mind; I had to find something else to keep myself from getting bored. All of this was because Lucero had left, and I was afraid that the man would use any excuse to come in, check on me, or sleep in our bed, which was now just mine.

Adam shuddered in disgust when he took in my disheveled state. "Shut up Sherlock" I muttered. Aren't we supposed to be twins? Why can't I also be a morning person? I swear Adam is like those girls in the movies who wake up smiling and stretching their arms in delight, listening to the sweet singing and chirping of birds, and on the other hand, I'm like those who wake up with a freaking frying pan and smashes the stupid alarm clock in anger. Guess I'll just have to live with it. Groaning, I got up from the chair and went upstairs to my room to get some more sleep. Today is Tuesday, but I don't wanna go to school. I probably sound like a whining ninny.

“Lia-“ “Log, please. I want this day to be ours. Only us. No guards, no distractions.” “This day will be ours. I’ll assure you that. But I won’t leave you unprotected.” “You’re gonna be there with me. Of course, I will be safe” I threw my hands in the air, frustrated. “I hope you understand the difference between a single guy, that’s me and seven armed guards, Lia” he clarified. I know I’m being unreasonable. Strolling around the place unarmed when people who kidnapped me will be searching for me. But we’re celebrating my birthday out of this town and moreover, Logan will be with me always. Also, there’s a reason why I want us to be alone today, and thinking about it makes me excited as wel