Novel & Cerita Ants Stories

His hand cupped my face, warm and certain, and for a heartbeat, everything else disappeared. When we finally parted, I could still feel the ghost of his lips on mine a promise, a memory, a beginning. I looked down at the page. The ink had barely touched it, but it didn’t matter. For once, I didn’t need to write every detail. The story had already found its ending not in words, but in the spaces between them. And as Ethan’s fingers tightened gently around mine, I realized that sometimes, the truest stories don’t need to be told. They just need to be lived.

*** While we’re eating, Pauline can’t stop but to talk endlessly, Pauline is beside me while Paul is in front of me. “Aunt Janine told me I’m a big girl, so I can wear makeups but Aunt Shia told me I should focus on reading and solving math because I’m slowly growing up. Who’s saying the truth between them? Aunt Janine who told me I’m a big girl already or Aunt Shia who said I’m slowly growing up?” she asks while eating. I laugh. I wiped the gravy on the side of her lips. “None of them, don’t listen to them, okay?” I answer while I’m shaking my head. She nodded innocently.

Slut! Shameless thing! It is really heartbreaking that most of the junior students look up to this tramp. Christabel, stop whoring around! Aren't you scared of getting pregnant at this your young age? You know how the society frowns at teenage pregnancy. This is just a friendly advice o. Y'all should stay tuned for more trendy news in CROWNSTAR HIGH SCHOOL. More news like this coming up soon. Yours truly, Anonymous. I didn't know who wrote this, but I must commend the person. Now, let's see how she would walk around the whole school.

In this collection, you are going to meet powerful male leads who take what they want and leave everlasting marks on the women who cross their paths. And if you enjoyed the ride, leave a comment below sharing what you thought of the story, your feedback is something I always look forward to when staring at the screen during the late nights, while I write these raw leads to my intense story. Thank you again for diving into this world of 50 NIGHTS OF SINS with me. I hope these stories pull you in completely. With all my gratitude, Gold Above Story

Cliques had been established already and I couldn't break in . At first, the other kids weren't always mean . They didn't call me names . They didn't bully me . It all started to get worse in the month of November when Ms. Adams , my teacher asked us to write about our favorite thing in the world . I wrote my favorite thing to be the ability to see the midnight black sky with the shinny stars . It was a whole three page essay mixed with lots of emotions but the other kids considered it nonsense . While the teacher read my essay to the class they laughed out loud pointing fingers at me .

Alex finally came ,he walked between them and stood in front of them. "Tonight it's the night we been waiting for. Today we gonna fight for what it's ours and we gonna bring it home. Am proud of you all because none of you is afraid to fight for the throne ,our throne. We are the Emperors and the Emperors City not them. We aren't going to repeat the mistake our great,great parents made. But today we gonna fix that mistake," Anna watched him with a proud look. The soldiers got on their horses and others changed form to werewolves.

I consoled him and gave him some water. “She locked me up in the store room” “WHAT? IN THE STOOR ROOM? HOW DID YOU COME HERE! Tell me everything.” I questioned. “I was locked inside since morning and when she opened me up, I ran and hid here. She warned me that she’ll lock me again if I told this to anyone.” I stood up and as I went forward Zac held my leg and started to cry. “Please don’t go. I don’t want to get locked please.”

-I don't even know you and how can I go with a stranger? -Don't tell me your mom told you not to talk to strangers. When he said this, she smiled and was very upset and answered him: -No, it wasn't my mom, but it was my dad. He smiled again and then told her: -Look my name is Antonio and what is your name? She answered him: -Karina. He said: -Karina, Karina, your name is not very common and it is very pretty. -I had never thought about it before, but if you say so, well, it's good.

There was one solitary, big book on a low table between them. "The title of the tale is The Binding of Autumn," he began, his voice an entrancing whisper just in harmony with the shriek of the fire. “It's the tale of a harvest god who offers a mortal woman a choice: one night of absolute freedom for one year of unimaginable riches for her people." He didn't move as his eyes met hers. "The consent is the matter at hand. It must be freely bestowed, not coerced, and whispered three times into the skin of his throat." “Do you have any idea what sort of story you're going to be reading me tonight?”