Novel & Cerita Convenience Stories

Haven Miles. Haven Miles was a 25-year-old, working as an editor at a publishing company. She was a young lady with a seemingly lean figure and had wonderful assets which will make her look outstanding among the people with loads of artificial. Haven was too pure to anyone’s interest. She believed in simplicity and led her life in the same way. Haven is the only child for her parents. They live in Chicago and Haven in New York. She moved to the new city when she got the job. After all, it was her dream job. She loves stories: written, read, and watched. She just loves them. Period.

He does text me every hour to check in though so maybe that’s how he’s managing to hold up. At lunch, I saw him among his friends. His eyes however were set on me, and I sent a small smile. He didn’t smile back but I saw his eyes twinkle like a five year old. We sat down by our table and discussed our project a little bit more to polish some finer details. We settled on a 1920’s gay themed story about two boys in the athletics club. The characters Ray and Ban were supposed to be a classic enemies-to-lovers trope where they hate each other’s guts but they unfortunately end up sharing the same bedroom at the sports dorm. Ray being bisexual and Ban being gay but each unable to come out due to t

“Okay. Just tell me why did you pick up condoms.” “I went to a grocery store to buy some feminine napkins and as I’m getting my money, the guy following me pushed me. Then I dropped my five-peso coin and it flew into the box of condoms. The guy volunteered to find my coin.” “Then?” “And he started mentioning the different flavors of the contraceptives and glanced at me with his playful smile. I was annoyed, so, I dropped the bottles of water he handed me and it happened that it fell on the box and it burst, and the condoms fell on the floor.”

She realized that stories had the ability to transcend language and cultural barriers, touching the hearts of people from all walks of life. With this newfound insight, Luna embarked on a project to collect and share stories from individuals in Seoul. She sought out locals, immigrants, and travelers alike, listening to their personal narratives and experiences. These stories ranged from tales of triumph and resilience to accounts of cultural traditions and the bonds forged through shared humanity.

And when they got too attached or too demanding or too old which is 30 by the way he’d make them go away. Everyone had heard the stories even if nobody talked about them at charity galas. One girl who’d threatened to go to the press had ended up in a psychiatric facility upstate for “exhaustion.” Another had moved to London very suddenly with a very generous severance package and instructions to never come back.

“Do you want some coffee or something to eat?” he asks me and gestures over at the bag of croissants and donuts we picked up at a drive-thru before we checked into the motel. “Thanks, but I’m too nervous to eat,” I say as I take my seat. “I really hope these guys can help us. Right now, it feels like it’s us against the world.” He chuckles. “Babe, that’s what great stories are made of. That’s why it will make victory all the sweeter.”

They share what little they have, day-old bread from a charity, tips on which dumpsters have the best pickings, which cops will leave you alone and which will roust you on sight. But I do not belong there either. The others have stories, identities, pasts they can talk about. I have nothing to share except emptiness. On the fourth day, hunger drives me to stupidity. A convenience store, early morning, the clerk distracted by his phone. I slip a sandwich and a bottle of water under my jacket and head for the door. “Hey! Stop!” I run. But I am still weak. The clerk catches me half a block away, tackling me to the pavement. The sandwich falls, crushed beneath our struggling bodies.

I pleaded well aware he never refuses my pleas even if it's as absurd as jumping off a cliff, I know he would do it. “Ok, if it's too much. Tell me immediately, Leah. So we can leave the store immediately.” After much hesitation, Zake gave in, as we walked into the store. I feel transported to another world. The small store had this floral scent around the air, the shelves on the wall decorated with dried flowers and herbs. The shop assistant greeted us with a warm smile, showing us the place and every type of perfume they had.

It's more enjoyable without a condom. Me. Bel?? What do you mean?? Ah!! Y'all have started having sex?? My mother would kill me!! Bel. Abegg! What's there? Lol. You haven't had sex before?? Let's talk about this later. Jeff is here and we are busy. Hmmm, I thought Jeff didn't like hear. I even overheard their discussion that day at the library. I hope it's not what I am thinking sha. My ringtone distracted me from my thoughts. I checked and saw that Ade was calling.

She said she couldn’t imagine herself being a teacher, so it’s better to run a business. Which is her business became a talk by everyone since it’s one of the most popular brand in the country. With the help of her parents’ promotions, it became more popular. Her business is cosmetics, so a lot of people are going there especially teenagers. From: Janine Do you wanna hangout? There’s a new bar near your condo, are you down? I laugh a little. To: Janine I have a book signing tomorrow, don’t be evil. As I went out of the room, I saw Pauline and Ethan playing with the toys. I lean my back to the wall as I crossed my arms while I’m watching them.