Novel & Cerita Cuarto Sorpresa Para Mi Novio

I cursed under my breath, almost shouting it out loud in the quiet apartment hallway. It was only my first official day as an intern secretary at Walkez Tower, my first day going home from work, and my boss already gave me a task to buy something perverted. I let out a long sigh and roughly shoved my phone into my sling bag. Whatever. At least tonight I still had a reason to be happy. Today was my third anniversary with my fiancé—Leon. I had planned everything. I would show up unannounced at the apartment we bought together, bring his favorite chocolate cake, and give him a sweet surprise before we fell into each other’s arms.

I let him hold me because it felt natural and I don't think he is going to do anything to hurt me. “I have a surprise for you” He announced and my jaw dropped, why would he want to surprise me? And what for? Oh my goodness is he going to say we consummate our marriage, I suddenly wished I could shrink or teleport myself into another dimension. “Uhh can't this surprise wait?” I asked warily, but he didn't say anything. I guess not. What was I doing getting married without thinking about what would happen after? I'm so dumb and impulsive, “I need you to close your eyes” He voiced out jolting me out of my thoughts, oh my God that's it.

Naomi I sank into the plush, teal jade comforter and let out a contented sigh. The room was like a sanctuary, with large windows allowing the golden rays of the morning sun to pour in. As I awoke from sleep, my thoughts turned to my family back home. I could almost taste my mother’s homemade meals and hear my sister’s laughter echoing through the house. But then reality hit me; I was here at the Chaos Coven, cut off from them with no way of communicating. They didn’t even know where I was. It felt like we were living in parallel universes, each going about our lives without ever finding a way back to each other. A sense of longing washed over me as I nestled down on my cotton candy cloud of

We have drinks here and get ready, then, well, they leave me here and go to the next place. I’m getting taken thereafter Carl has given me my surprise. “So, who knows my surprise?” I ask, and they laugh. “Oh, it will be amazing. From what I hear, it includes naked men,” April laughs. “He wants to make tonight one for you to remember, so we’ve got to leave, and then his plan is in motion,” April explains. Excitement buzzes through me, and I bite down on my lip.

“A Room Without Him” Elara's POV The elevator deposits me in the lobby, and I realize I'm barefoot. My shoes are still in the suite. The suite where my husband probably put his clothes back on, probably kissed her one more time before chasing after his wife. The marble floor is cold against my feet. A couple walks past, holding hands, laughing about something private and beautiful. They don't see me. I'm a ghost already. "Miss? Are you alright?"

I muttered weakly. "Sorrows? What type of sorrow?" Nissi asked, her voice laced with so much concern. "It's Diego. He cheated on me. And guess who the lady is? My favourite cousin, who flew all the way from California to New York just to be part of my wedding. I never knew they had a different agenda on the ground." My voice began to crack as every incident began to replay in my head. Nissi was speechless. She offered me her arms to cry my heart out and gently wiped my tears with her palms.

"Crystal , This— this isn't—I can explain—" "Explain?" My voice comes out steady. Too steady. Like I'm watching this nightmare happen to someone else. "Please explain why your dick is inside my sister on our anniversary." God! I can't even laugh at the humour. Never in my life did I think our fourth wedding anniversary would turn into my darkest nightmare. Four years of marriage. Four years of perfectly timed ovulation apps and negative pregnancy tests. Four years of watching my college mates post their gender reveals while my uterus remained stubbornly empty because my husband is always too busy with work.

I paid quickly, murmuring my thanks, and stepped back out into the crisp afternoon air. Today was our third wedding anniversary, and I’d decided to surprise him with a box of his favorite dark chocolate cookies from the little bakery on Maple Street, plus the name Midnight Lover sounded ridiculously romantic and I was feeling bold for once. Though the smell of the cookies was making me feel surprisingly queasy. The rich, dark-chocolate aroma that usually made my mouth water was turning my stomach in tight, unwelcome knots. I paused on the front steps, the paper bag warm in my hands, and took a slow breath through my mouth instead of my nose.

I wanted to tell everyone that my househusband of a partner was my most cherished treasure ever. My car drove into the affluent neighborhood, and my eyes turned to the gift box on the passenger seat. My mind was playing the scene where Quincy was surprised and moved when he saw what I'd gotten him. Just then, my phone buzzed. It was an update from that anonymous guy. "I'm home, but she's not back yet. I guess it's time for me to make my move." I only gave it a cursory glance before shrugging it off. My mind was on something more important. And so, I started wondering whether I should start off the surprise with a hug or have Quincy close his eyes and guess what I'd gotten him.

Carmoria. When the plane landed, I turned my phone back on. Messages poured in— all about Sonia. Of course. She lived for attention. That's why she made me propose a hundred times. Every rejection, every scene—perfect gossip bait. And I was the punchline. The headlines wouldn't stop: [Shocking! Sonia Quindt left waiting outside the County Clerk's Office—stood up?] [Sonia Quindt's mystery fiancé disappears—Borevia City in chaos!]