Dear America Series Novels & Stories

my mother asked, her voice trembling. Mr. Cohen looked directly at me. His eyes are empty. "Your daughter Aubree has that blood type. We've been searching for a compatible donor for six months. She's the only match we've found in the entire United States." My blood type. I had donated blood once in high school for a blood drive. They told me I had a rare type. Some combination of letters and numbers I didn't understand. I never thought it mattered. "What exactly are you proposing?" my father asked.

I chuckled, making him laugh too and he let me go just in time as Samantha came back, pretty and proper as always. “You look beautiful, sis. Are you ready to go ?” I asked and kissed the top of the head. “Let’s go brother. I love you,” she said with utmost sincerity. “I love you too, baby girl,” I said and we three headed out. ⁠* * * * * SEXTUPLET SIBLINGS AND THEIR BOOKS: 1.⁠ ⁠Kai Stone – DEAR EX, YOU ARE MY MATE 2.⁠ ⁠Ryder Stone – DON’T BULLY ME, ALPHA!

They rolled freely down my cheeks. I wiped them away angrily. "No." I shook my head. "This isn't you." "What happened today?" He remained silent. "What happened at work?" No answer. "Did someone say something?" Nothing. "Did I do something wrong?" "No." "Then tell me why!" My voice echoed through the study. The desperation in it even startled me. "You don't just wake up one day and suddenly become a different person. You don't spend weeks protecting someone, only to tell them to get rid of the very thing you've been protecting."

“I thought I was unworthy of being with him. I don't deserve him, Athena" The tears I've been fighting to keep away starts rolling down my cheeks. “You are beautiful and kind-hearted. It's worth every dime and every sacrifice. You are loved, Sloane. We all love you, don't ever question your worth. It's insulting to those who have killed and fought for you.” I wipe the angry tears, facing Athena, who is now looking at me with soft eyes. I smile through the tears, “Thank you.”

“I can almost see the dark clouds over your head” Thankfully today Trinity was with no makeup, the ones that made her look like a fairytale scarecrow. Trinity's dark brown eyes pierced into hers, staring expectantly at her. Trinity looked better naturally, if only her stubborn friend believed that, for real. Trinity was a definition of American beauty, tall and as the Americans prefer skinny. Trinity was a living Barbie. “You weren’t online yesterday” Trinity started with a concerned expression on her face. “Everything cool?” “I’m fine Trinity,” She mumbled.

They all came from the woman whom he was supposed to meet last night. “Clarice Grant. What now?” Lynn decided to open her messages and realized that she’s really angry. [ Why did you not show your face! I waited in your house all night! ] [ You’re the one asking for help! Yet you have the guts to do this to me? I will no longer help you! ] [ You can no longer ask for my help! Hmph! I even bought all of them and you’re like this. ] [ Hey! Arial Lachman! Why are you still not replying! Answer my calls! ]