Novel & Cerita Be More Chill

Beam softly muttered with a blank look on the road. "Your life is boring" Chloe muttered matter of factly without turning away from the road. "Yeah, you can say that" Beam smiles sadly. "Travelling is the best way to escape, it refreshes your mind" the girl smiles wistfully and fleetingly glances at Beam. "I need to see other places and to meet other people. I wanted to see other lives aside from what is mine" Beam continued with a faint smile. "You will have a lot of experience with travelling. It will be a whole new world for you" Chloe smiled sincerely.

“Don’t let her ruin your mood, Chloe.” “Yea, let’s bounce,” the other one said. Nerd glasses, innocent act, probably the worst of the three. “Latte’s gonna get cold.” Right. Because heaven forbid Queen Bee Chloe drinks a lukewarm caramel swirl. I wasn’t sticking around for Act II of Mean Girls Reloaded. I shoved the envelope deep into my bag, adjusted my cardigan, and walked away. Behind me, I heard it. “Why’s she coming out of that class?” one of them whispered.

, she said rolling her eyes. Aahan made weird face ,"What ? Shayri me??? Impossible..I don't know atleast p of it ...", he shrugged his shoulders in disbelief. "You better never drink when you are outside otherwise people will think you are mad " •Flashbak ended•

I swallowed the sudden lump in my throat, my voice dropping to a whisper. "But it’s not easy. Especially not when we are staying under the same roof,” I added silently, bringing my voice down to a whisper. "Well, if trying on your own isn't working, I know exactly what you need to do," Chloe urged, a spark of excitement lighting up her face. "You need to date someone else. Go out, have fun, let some other guy treat you right! That is the only thing that's going to finally get your mind off Killian."

She said. "Skin treatment and massages? Doesn't sound stressful to me, in fact it seems to me like you're the one who's chill." "Stop saying chill, that's such a weird word." "Everything's weird to you, you need to relax babe." He paused, "and take a chill pill." He finished off laughing. She frowned. "You think you're funny? Wow." "C'mon that was a good one, even you got to agree." He protested. "It wasn't, I won't lie to you anyways I'm tired now, I'm going to bed now." She said yawning.

An unspeakable joy flickered throughout my face. Chantelle was a replacement for the old woman and Felicia. She is richer than the two of them put together and paid handsomely. "Hello, Dear," I answered her euphorically. I could feel the joy in her voice when she responded, "Hello, Sweetheart. How are you?" "I'm good. And you?" "I'm good but I will be better if you can give me Sunday vibes," she requested.

My silence was apparently answer enough. “I heard your stupid rose buzzing the whole night,” Chantelle added with a wicked grin, yanking oat milk from the fridge and shaking it like it had personally offended her. Heat rushed to my cheeks. “Can you not announce that to the entire building?” “Girl, please.” She flipped her curls over one bare shoulder, standing there in a sports bra and satin boxers like she owned the sun. “Half this building’s got a vibrator named after a flower or a fruit. Tulip, rose, mango, peach. If yours hums, welcome to the club.”

“Daaamn!” Chelle clapped three times. The TV flickered on. One clap. The AC shut off. “Daaaamn!” Daisy squealed. “Girl, I’m moving in.” “No, you’re not,” Chelle laughed. “I’m leaving soon anyway. We’re getting our own place.” Daisy shot her a look. “The one with the faulty AC?” “We’ll fix it.” Daisy groaned dramatically. “You’re too modest. It’s sickening.” Then her eyes lit up. “Wait—where’s the hot tub? I need to relax.”

I should ask their girlfriends to punish them for bullying me. I decided to reapply my foundation and apply some lip gloss on my lips, and it's cherry-flavored. After retouching my aesthetics, I take a deep breath, calm down, and disregard everything Mr. Marble said. I get out of the comfort room, and then suddenly, I glance at Jericho waiting for me.

One glance of her big slutty tits in my face and my arousal instantly dissipates. “Hello.” Chelsea fakes a smile. “Hi,” I reply as I cut into my chicken. Angela smiles warmly as she puts her hand on my leg. “God, Mac is like an animal with you. I’ve been watching him.” I swallow uncomfortably. I’m a ho. “Mac is an animal with all women. You should see him with me,” Chelsea murmurs sarcastically into her wine glass.