Chemistry Novels Novels & Stories

“Were you guys celebrating Halloween?” " Yes, we were at a party when he got sick. Our first Halloween will be remembered," I gave a half smile as the nurse tried to wake Christian up. " How long have you been together?” "We met at the beginning of the school year, he is minoring in chemistry and I am minoring in visual arts," I replied automatically. " Wow, very different fields, but you make a great couple and have many parties to go to together," she tried to console me.

Devon said. Back in the living room, Angela was still admiring the artefacts in the living room. It was also helping to deal with the boredom she was feeling sitting alone in the living room. She walked towards a book shelve and started going through the titles of he books. Her gaze fell on a particular book and she decided to pull it out of the shelves. The books fell to the left covering the space created by the removal of the book. Angela's eyes fell on something hiding behind the books. Her curiosity got the better of her and she picked it up. Her eyes widened seeing it was an artefact. She stared at the artefact with a sense of familiarity. She examined the artefact and read the initial

, Nina, Mayeli's maid said. Mayeli rolled her eyes. She wasn't expecting anything from anybody, so who would send her one? She took a sip of water. She was in her library simply whiling away time, something she rarely did, but it was Friday afternoon, so she was free. Her library was simply furnished. White walls, a polished glass bookshelf holding all of her favorite books, awards, and certificates. A few pictures of her and Bryelle hung on the white wall, and one of her and Killian when they were teenagers, was seated on her medium-sized oak desk.

Scarlett whispered back. "He won't. If he wanted, he would kill her in these four years." Diana scoffed. I was confused about what they were talking about. But then I thought it was just their matter, I had nothing to do with it. I rolled my eyes and moved upstairs to the bedroom. It was 3:30 pm as I finished reading a storybook which I found on the small shelf. I didn't think Nicolas read novels but there were impressive collections in the two small bookshelves. Thankfully it would help me to pass my time.

I sighed. I lay my baby in her crib. She was fast asleep which was a good thing. I walked to the shelf beside the bed and opened the lower drawer, I collected my books; a chemistry textbook and a jotter to read. I preferred textbooks to school notes because they brought deeper meanings to a subject and exposed various tricks to get your answers. I lay down on the floor with a blanket burying myself in. I managed to find my hands and started attacking organic chemistry.