Brace Stories Novels & Stories

Her beautiful brown hair complemented her shiny brow skin. "My name is Christabel Daniels, you look very pretty. I love your hair." "A beautiful name for a beautiful girl." I said to her. She giggled. "You look more beautiful when you smile." " Aww, thank you. What happened with you and Sarah?" Christalbel said. "She was just being a bitch. Is she always like that?" Christabel chuckled and said, " did you by any chance talk to her boyfriend or something? She can be really jealous when it comes to him." Lol, because of ordinary boy. Wonders shall never end. The boy isn't even my type.

TruthSeeker: Finally, some good news. Aurora scrolled. She didn't see hate. She didn't see judgment. She saw stories. Women sharing their own losses. Their own miracles. Their own fears. She looked at Liam. He was watching her, smiling. "We built a bridge," she whispered. "Yeah," he said. "We did." She put the phone down. She didn't need to read anymore. She knew what the story was. It wasn't a tragedy. It wasn't a scandal. It was a love story.

It was Francine. I gave a nod but tried to maintain a stern face. Alex ran to me and asked, "So are we riding an airplane? " "Yes we are little boy." I said smirking at him and messing up his hair. The sound of horns from the taxi signaled that we were all about to have a major change in our lives. I am Attorney Providence Dalton. Provi to my my closest friends.. Atty. Pro to my colleagues… This is my story.

Cause this isn't what the code d mean. Like they have a lot of language code... example cod red which means danger alert. While The code D mean Death. And by telling queen code d, queen knew scarlet meant that she should make every arrangement to fake her death after she's been imprisoned that way no one will find her again and if this is queen plan then she's ruined everything. As the police got a little distracted with the gun fire, scarlet use the opportunity to elbow the police that was holding her and she ran away quickly. Maybe this is her chance to escape the police.

she asked, withdrawing her hands. Bernard removed his hands from the table and dropped them to his laps. “I don’t want to lie to you Luyando. It’s a fact that I want to earn your trust and love again…but, at this point in my life, my loyalty doesn’t just belong to you.” Luyando bolted up from her chair. “Then I guess you leave me no choice.” She told him. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Bernard asked. “I am going to tell everyone that I bumped into you and you threatened to kill me if I told anyone that you are back in town.”

He seemed just woken up. I stood up and lifted him. I slowly rocked him, put his head between my neck. "Not yet, Baby. Go to sleep again." "I can't, Mommy. I miss Daddy's bedtime stories." He murmured. "I'll just tell you a story." I sighed. "What bedtime story do you want?" "It's about the King and Queen. The King left his Queen in the war so the enemy got the Queen." What the hell. "Baby, why-" I stopped speaking when the door opened. He was surprised to see us. Reid dropped from my grasp and ran towards Wright.

We sat at the very back of the bus so we can sit beside each other. “So, how’s your story so far?” Jake started, “Well I’m halfway through it.” I said kindly and looks at Xander who is looking outside the window not listening to us. “Can you tell me the story?” So, I told him how the story goes, I’m surprised he listened all throughout of it, “So will Cassiopeia die?” he asked curiously, and I looked at the window and noticed that we’re almost there. “I have to, or the purpose of the story will get ruined, and I’ll get disqualified in the contest.”

He's always going on business trips. My mood was aligned with the heavy cloud and Stormy night. My tears rolled down to the scar on my chin. “Beautiful,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. At 17, this particular scar was given to me when I was accused of snatching Alana's boyfriend at the prom. The memories flickered in my mind. I could feel the pain. “It's all for the best,” I said reassuringly, giving myself false hopes and expecting things to get better. I couldn't help but wonder, why was my entire world built around pain.