Araki Forgot Novels & Stories

My social psychology professor gave us a simple assignment: text the words I love you to the family member we were closest to, then record their first reaction. My parents had died seven years earlier in an ambush meant for the DeLuca family. With no one else to text, I sent the message to Roman DeLuca—the youngest Don in New York’s underworld and the man the court had once appointed as my temporary guardian. The typing bubble appeared and disappeared all night. At two in the morning, his answer finally came. [Mara, don’t confuse dependence with love. Whatever exists between us can never cross that line.] The next day, he stripped away every privilege he had ever given me, disconnected our p

The one she threw away. "I picked it up," Kael said. "I was thinking I’d return it to you one day." Lyra looked at the chain. Eyes wet. "Why?" she asked. "Because I’m still that boy," Kael said. "The one who loved you. I was just an idiot." Lyra closed the chain. Didn’t wear it. "We’ll see in 3 days," she said. Kael nodded. And left. Lyra touched the chain. It was cold.

Seventeen years after the Quietus war. Rakia's POV I took the bow and arrow from Arc's huge hands, fixing the arrow shaft in the nock. Arc was the village bully. The big, egotistic and cocky jerk everyone hated. Even those around him never really liked him. They just pretended to, so he wouldn't taunt them like what he was doing to me right now. This was my time to put him in his place. "Remember Rakia, you only get one shot," Arc said out loud, reminding me of the bet we just made. "Miss this one and you'll have to walk on cow poop... barefooted," he mocked and his friends joined him.

If he could get rid of all of them, he would. Archer wants to revisit the mini park he found last night, he wanted to see a clearer view of it. Of course, it is way different to see something enveloped with darkness than witness it under the shining light. As he was riding his bike to his exit, he saw a familiar figure of a woman from the corner of his eye. He knew that it was her, the girl from last night. Yet this time, the difference is, her features are completely clear before him. He can now assure himself that she is attractive. She wasn't making noise this time but her voice seems to be carved inside his head, he could completely hear them. He doesn't want to waste any of his time so