Cantik Novels & Stories

(Kayshila) I opened my eyes slowly. My ears caught the melodious strains of Eric Nam's voice. It was there that I began to realize that I was still alive. The Korean song sings beautifully in my ears. I know who was beside me at that time. Catherine. A young woman of Australian nationality and is pregnant. She is crazy about K-Pop and Korean dramas. Two months ago, I accompanied her to a BTS concert when she was seven months pregnant. Catherine married my big bro, Rangga. He's a busy banker. Cath chose to live in Indonesia with me even though we were in different apartment towers.

Hank smiles back. “Well… you seem like a smart guy. - Thank you, very nice ... No, like this leg, and then like this. Yeah. - But I can dance ragga ... Are you ragga? White girl dancing ragga? I want to see it,” Hank demands. “Easy… Find me a Skindred.” She takes a sip from her neck and she does a couple of gentle, cat-like movements as she warms up. She's not graceful... - It? the guy asks as some pretty aggressive reggae metal starts pouring out of the speaker. The music unpleasantly reminds him that this Russian magnet actually has two boyfriends tattooed down the throat, labbing and growling something even more aggressive ... And even a child seems to be ...

“It’s just one drink, c’mon. Please?” I take a sip of the bubbly alcoholic beverage to appease Martha. We finish our first glass and Martha gets herself another after we departed around ten forty-five am. I capped myself at one drink then found myself falling asleep looking out at the scenery passing under the window listening to some calming music playing through my air pods.

you would assume each one of these beauties as goddesses. The club is not a huge place but the lightning and the sound system is great. It plays It Goes Like from Peggy Gou and she thinks the lyrics perfectly suit her situation tonight. She got a feeling she can't erase and she has no intent to leave it behind. Lulu starts with low-alcohol drinks and Candace wants to try some of the Italian cocktails. The barman is flirty, he suggests her a cocktail which contains strawberry and sparkling wine. He says it is a sweet drink for a sweet girl like her.

"I tried to manipulate everyone, but I didn't count on you being… crueler than me." "I just understand human nature better than you do," I said softly. "Yeah… Human nature…" Keira stayed silent for so long that I thought she had hung up. Then, she whispered, "You know, I really envy you. I thought you were like me, clawing your way out of the mud. So why do you, out of everyone, get to stand on a moral high ground, like some kind of saint, and look down on the rest of us?"

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No more blood spilling beneath his fists. His software company had already skyrocketed into the top fifty in the world—he had more money than he could ever spend. He didn't need this life anymore. He took a deep breath and reached into his car, grabbing his signature cologne and spraying a few pumps onto his hoodie before pulling it up. Time to go inside. The hallway leading into the underground venue was dimly lit, the low hum of conversation and distant laughter filling the space. Kane walked with slow, deliberate steps, his sharp gaze scanning the area.

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I then told Kacey. What I was singing earlier, I told Kacey, was the chorus of a song called Cintaku Padamu, which was popularized by Nike Ardilla during her lifetime. It was in 1992 when the song was first released. Unfortunately, three years later, on March 19, 1995, Nike died after the Honda Civic he was driving hit a trash can on Jalan Raden E Martadinata, Bandung, West Java, just at dawn.