Novel & Cerita Date Box Happily

Katherine Thrones: Alexander grinned the moment he agreed to his date, and his happiness made me give a smile of my own. This was my first date, the first time a boy had ever asked me out. Alexander was the first. My first boyfriend. My first hug. And now, My first date.

Rose pouted sadly. She took a pizza box and opened it then she picked a slice and ate from it. "Hmm so yummy, I wish he would tell me his name" she said to herself and her eyes caught the name on the pizza box. "Hillary Pizza, the popular one, I will go and see him there" she smiled. "That will be tomorrow, let me focus on this pizza now" she added and continued eating the pizza. ****NIGHT, DAMIEN'S MANSION**** "Dad do you remember that my birthday is next week saturday" Kathy spoke up when they were eating dinner.

---------------- THE YEAR 1994 --------------- "Happy anniversary, Paul!" Jane bubbly jumped through as she held something in her hands. Paul was not in a good mood today because of what he had heard from his father. He wanted to say it right then and there, but he knew that he needed some time to grab the chance to say it all to Jane. Paul smiled sadly at the box that Jane was holding and he pretended to gladly opened it. He smiled through when he saw that it was a small keychain that Jane brought through the town with the money that she had saved.

If I say yes, they'll spare Tory's life and I'll never see her again but if I say no, she'll be dead. " I can talk to Dad for you, say yes and I'll break up with Tory and she'll be yours for two weeks before you go" Rex whispered to me. I knew the answer I had to give and I knew I had no choice. *********** Tory's POV " Oakwood high are you ready?" The MC yelled and the crowd yelled " yeah!" " This is the maiden edition of the Date-A-Thon organized by the staff and management of Oakwood high school as well as the student's committee and this was all the idea of a wonderful young lady - give it up for Victorya Williams!"

queline budge her thoughts off. "Thanks queline, Tracy squealed happily jumping all over queline excitingly. "That's enough, darling" queline mumble trying to get Tracy off her but she couldn't. "I think it's about time you get your stinking ass to the bathroom" queline snarled. Immediately, Tracy stood up and queline let out a light smile as she had finally gotten Tracy off her. "Ouchh!! That was harsh "Tracy scoffed dragging her feet to the bathroom.

Damon said “Nope, not interested” “You can't refuse a gift” Ben said “Relax dude, it's your day today, just have fun, fuck up today then tomorrow you can resume being the icy CEO” I shook my head lifting the glass to my lips” “Fine” “Good then, the chick should be waiting up for you by now, happy birthday” “Fuckers” Damon laughed “ the best you've ever known

May, cheered, her hazel eyes lighting up with excitement. "Ok, my go…"May said, grabbing a strawberry from the container, she threw it with large amounts of hope which slowly died as the fruit hit the ground with a sad, thump. The raven-haired girl frowned, furrowing her brow slightly, "Well that was disappointing…" She murmured sadly. Brie rubbed her hand in circles on the other girls back in order to try and cheer her up.

“Is 7 okay. Is box closed. Is 3 PM tomorrow. Is… always.” _Silence. Bedroom. 11:50 PM._ Adrian got up. Walked over. Picked Alex up. 6 years old. Barely fits. For now. “7’s okay,” Adrian said. To Alex. To 581 days. To Reese. Dead. To _R_. In box. To always. “Box is closed. 3 PM is tomorrow. And always is always. Merry Christmas, buddy.” _Thump-thump. Thump-thump._

she mesmerizingly muttered. I rummaged around the open box until I found a small card that was probably a note. Holding my breath, I unfolded it and thoroughly read the words staring back at me. Dear Rose, I want you to look absolutely stunning for my party, so I sent you this beautiful outfit. I hope you love it just as much as I do. I'm coming by Mazur Manor after you get home from Fairston Academy, and I'm going to take you out on an evening picnic by the ocean. Wear something light and pretty.

“There’s nothing to worry about now, at this moment.” She picks up her fork but stares blankly at her plate. She wanted the truth. I shouldn’t feel bad about telling her, should I? I round the table and stop short of passing her chair. I pull a small box from my pocket and set it in front of her. “Happy Solstice.” She looks down at the box, no bigger than the palm of her hand. She turns her head to gaze up at me, her eyes narrowing into cat-like slits full of suspicion.