Another Mga Nobela at Kwento

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The neutral colors she used for my makeup brought out the blue in my eyes. "Stop staring at the mirror and come sit so I can fix your hair". She held my wrist, pulling me on the vanity stool. She was almost done with my hair when my phone rang. I picked it to see it was Kade. "Hi baby". I answered. "Errr...hey". He sounded uneasy. My heart beat gradually accelerated. Firstly, Kade doesn't answer my greetings with hey. It felt strange so I felt something was off. "I'm almost ready. I'm trying to fix my hair". I replied nervously, shifting my anxiety to the back of my mind but his reply brought it back in full force.

Can I do this? *********

She comforts me and I can feel her heart beating fast. "Anne, what's wrong? Were you scared because I talked to this stranger? I'm sorry I wasn't meant to make you upset I just wanted to apologize to him that I ran into him. I'm so sorry this won't happen again, I promise." Deniz moves away from me and smiles. She holds out her little finger. She wants to do the pinky promise. I can't hold my proud smile and give her my little finger. She smiles even more and hugs me right after. When Kerem appears he doesn't question anything. We just walk out and get a taxi.

7:30pm Aunt: What the hell is wrong with you, why ain't u picking my calls? 8:00pm Catherine: I called your number twice but you weren't picking. How was work today? I wont be coming to school tomorrow, I went out with my dad today, Infact, my dad is seizing my phone from me cos he said he doesn't want anything to distract me from what we want to do, we're travelling... Full update when I come back... Love you dear... See ya later

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Else. Something. Darker.

Not now. Never.

The boy chewed his mouth, moving a little closer to Daisy. One of his feet kicked out of the blanket, put on Daisy's hips, and continued to sleep. The man held Daisy’s backpack sitting on a chair. Open the backpack, take the phone in his hand. “An antique phone? This type of phone was manufactured about ten years ago. How did she use it? It still looks quite new, even though it doesn't use cases, tempered glass, scratch-resistant, colorful like young people. Just press the power button. The phone interface immediately appears. Image of a fat lazy cat, stretching out to bask in the sun.

I am in heaven when my phone chimes. It's a text from Mo. Mo : *Do not G****e Nate. I'm begging you, don't do it until I'm at your apartment tonight* Well, guess what? Like any other kids with super high curiosity, I do what exactly I am told not to. What the .... ****