Arlo Unordinary Novels & Stories

Kyson I had just sat down with a scotch on the porch, enjoying the cool, fresh air. It is so peaceful here. My cell vibrates on the table next to me. I glance over and see a text with a number that isn’t stored in my contact, but the second I open it, I realise who it is. Arya! I read the text and smile because I am glad she has finally worked out who I am. I quickly save her number before texting back.

Soon they drove away from the 1990s resto-bar. Thirty minutes passed when they arrived at Luna's cafe. Troy chose the place because it doesn't have a lot of people inside. As soon as they parked their cars, the six got out of their vehicles. "Welcome to Luna's cafe, where strangers ended up being together, forever, once they set their foot in the red tile, but it has to be a coincidence to make it a fate." The crew cheerfully said as he greeted them. Senna, who first set her foot in the cafe, was surprised. Following her was Therese, who was also shocked by the crew's remarks.

I sat up and decided to take a bath as I had nothing to do but I realized that I don't have any clothes. I wanted to go out but Christopher told me not to go out without permission so I stayed inside as I don't want to get involved in other troubles. I laid down on the bed and drifted into deep sleep. When I woke up, it was dark outside. I went to the washroom and washed my face and decided to go out as now I really needed a nice bath. I stepped out of my room and was wandering in the hallways when I suddenly bumped into a man. I looked up and it was none other than Christopher. I felt relieved as I thought it might be Dean.

Her short, dark brown hair tumbled free, and she let out a sigh of relief as she began to unwind. One of the first things on her agenda was her medication. Nysaa knew the importance of her pills, the small yet crucial lifelines that helped her cope with the trauma of her past. She popped a few of them into her mouth, washing them down with a sip of water. The routine was a reminder of her vulnerabilities, a tether to a past she wished she could forget.

her best friend calls her attention. She reverses her eyes with a smile on Erikka. “Yes?” “This is Ranold, I met him a few times already and he makes drinks up to its price! Ranold, this is Ara, the sweetest and only best friend I always mention to you.” “Nice to meet you,” smiles Ronald. “Likewise,” Ara smiled back politely.

LUNA He removes his watch first. Then his tie. Then he tugs at his collar, undoing the first two buttons. His suit comes off next, and he rolls his shirt sleeves up to his elbows, exposing those roping veins along his forearms. His forearms always look hot. I never knew I could be attracted to forearms until Sandro came into my life and apparently ruined my standards for every other man.

And since I was in a hurry too, I just gave it to him. And now, I don't know what I'm feeling. Is this a joke? Mr. Anderson wouldn't be playing a prank on me, would he? Kevin Liam Anderson is my childhood crush. As I grew into adulthood, my feelings for him only deepened. I think I might be in love with him. And if we're really getting married, this is a dream come true for me!

Life continued, not without challenges, but with a deep sense of unity that made each day a new opportunity to build the future they both dreamed of. Lune had been noticing strange shifts in her mood and body recently, ones she couldn't quite put her finger on. Some days, she’d wake up feeling perfectly fine, only to suddenly get irritated by the smallest things. The way Arlo’s clothes were casually draped over a chair, or the faint sounds from outside that she usually didn’t mind—it all started to grate on her nerves without warning.

In one video, Joel and Michael were shirtless, lounging by the window, and smiling at her. Rachel sat nearby, blushing. She bit her lip as she sketched their bodies onto a large sheet of paper. The camera didn't capture anything below the waist, but judging by her drawing, there was nothing on them. The caption read, "I've seen that perfect body one too many times that I'm starting to get bored. I'm not in a rush to finish this sketch, but they're so invested in my life, they won't even waste time on phone calls." Not long after I scrolled past that, Rachel went live. Joel was washing her underwear on the live stream while Michael massaged her lower belly.

It was a hydra. Kunle’s voice cut back in, tighter now. “I’ve managed to trace the administrative contact for the ‘Veritas’ trust. It’s managed by a boutique, ultra-discreet law firm in Geneva. The named managing partner for the account…” He paused. “Say it,” William commanded. “Alistair Thorne.” The name dropped into the silence like a depth charge.