Bintang Di Hatiku Novels & Stories

Magulang ko sila, pero parang hindi. "Tell me why you're putting pressure on me And everyday you cause me harm That's the reason why I feel so lonely Even though you hold me in your arms Wanna put me in a box of glitter, and I'm just trying to get right out And now you're feeling so, so bitter, because I've let you down"

♡♡ But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you. Not even close Not even a little bit Not even at all ♡♡♡♡ ◇Viranica◇ I didn't fall in love with you.. I walked into love with you♡♡ With my eyes wide open Choosing to take Every step along the way I do believe in fate and destiny But I also believe We are only fated to do the things together... That we'd choose anyway ... And I'd choose you In a hundred worlds In any version of reality

This would not be another repeat of what he had done to me many centuries before. After many long years of searching and after all of the waiting I may have finally found my special someone. The one that I think I am truly in love with. My only obstacle was persuading her to believe that she loved me too. One day, I thought, I would convince her of our love and then I can hopefully break this wretched curse. I glanced over at Pandora who was sitting just caddy corner to me. Her head was down and she was doodling in her notebook looking as beautiful as ever. Her dark hair enhanced her pale complexion and those lips, man what I would do to kiss those perfect red luscious lips.

Two things prevent me from doing that: 1. I obtained this tip—which is so far just a name and a hunch—by B&E and illegal wiretapping. 2. I haven’t forgotten that these bastards held me by my ankles from a rooftop. They’re not getting anything for free. So I hand the kid his Walkman and tell him thanks. “Thanks for what?” Benny Chen asks, pulling up a chair and straddling it beside my bed. “He loaned me his radio to check the score of the Rangers game.”

Jessica suggested flatly. "What? No!" I shook my head, my heart squeezing at the thought. "Why the hell not? It's so obvious Angelo doesn't love you, Sarah. Because if he did, he wouldn't be forcing you to do things you're completely uncomfortable with," Jessica argued. "Angelo loves me, Jess," I defended him, though my voice sounded hollow even to my own ears. "Maybe he's just stressed out from his job, and we haven't seen each other in a whole year. Besides, we can't even FaceTime properly because my phone is so cracked and broken."