Novel & Cerita Crítico

After

Paul snapped. AJ tensed. He didn’t like it that Paul was referring to Lillianna as a slut. Not one little bit. “If she is a slut she is my slut.” AJ looked right at Paul when he said that. “Fuck you!” Paul snapped at AJ angrily. He looked pissed as hell. “Fuck you!” AJ tilted his head and eyed him out. “Oi… Fucking watch yourself brother…” Tristan was quick to step in. “I’ll fucking kill you… Do you hear me?”

I wipe my tears and bite my lip harder to stop me from crying. And then I did something I shouldn't do. I pick up my phone and log into my I*******m account. Ever since the heartbreak, I didn't bother to unfollow Caleb and he unfollowed me the minute he told me I can't be a wife. I don't know why I still followed him, maybe I am trying to prove a point I was more mature in our relationship. I click on Caleb's handle and his profile comes to view. I click on his recent picture with Regina. They were on a boat cruise in Miami, kissing, and the picture was uploaded two hours ago with a caption that reads ' most beautiful woman in my world, I love you so much.'

Amara's eyes widened in understanding, and Gabriel's stance shifted to one of defensive readiness. The figure's cruel s mile deepened. "Oh, but it is, dear Ethan. Your worst nightmare has come back."

“Viper. The president of Los Psychos, a rival Mexican club.” In her defense, upon hearing this information, Cricket did not freak out or head for the door. However, what she did do, may have been more disconcerting. She got quiet. Really quiet. After a few tense moments, I tried unsuccessfully to soften the blow. “I know this sounds bad, but—”

I replied, my voice a little hoarse from holding back tears. Honestly, this food wasn’t much better than Mark’s own cooking. But, his sincerity that I felt was more valuable than the taste of the food. I appreciated his efforts, especially at a time like this. I… tears began to well up in my eyes. The doctor’s explanation of Zara’s condition was so hard to hear. The words “critical” and “need intensive care” echoed in my ears, piercing my heart. I burst into tears, tears streaming down my cheeks. I tried to stay strong in front of Mark, but my body was shaking uncontrollably. Questions arose in my mind, a mixture of fear, hope, and despair.

He would really make this girl pay. Kyle gripped the railing with both of his hands in such a rage that he bent it in half, then tore it completely off the deck.

he laid on his bed and turned the other way. "God..." I groaned, "your personality is such crap, really doesn't match your face." I walked out of the room but I had more to say and turned back, "And I take back my invitation from this morning." I slammed the door and mumbled insults at him on my way to my room. "Hey hey," my brother stopped me, "what's wrong?" he asked, looking worried. "Your friend is a dick." I yelled loud enough for him to hear me.