Arlo Unordinary Mga Nobela at Kwento

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.

"You don't understand." "I don't want to." "He has aura." "What does that even mean?" "It means..." I searched for the right explanation. "...he walks like he already knows he's going to win." Marco blinked. "That's the dumbest thing I've ever heard." "It makes perfect sense." "It doesn't." "It does." "It—" The front door opened. Heavy footsteps echoed through the hallway. Without looking, I knew who it was. Steady. Measured. Never hurried. Alessandro.