Novel & Cerita Deusa

The way I see it, if you want the rainbow, you gotta put up with the rain. ~Dolly Parton Absolutely no words could explain the joy I felt when the Uber drove out of my grandparent’s yard. The weekend felt like eternity in hell, especially with all the demeaning comments they made about me and how my father was always a topic of discussion during every meal. “I’ll call you when we land.” My mother spoke into the phone. She had been talking on phone since we got into the Uber, by the attitude she was showing towards me I could tell she was angry at me.

Serenity smiled at her. "I didn't get the the chance to thank you... You have helped me a lot with medicines and taking care of my daughter... Thank you." Ellen just nodded at her and looked away. "You hate me, don't you?" Serenity smiled at her. Ellen nodded without hesitation. "Yes, i hate you." She looked at serenity with watery eyes. "I hate your beauty and how perfect you are... I hate the fact that you are supreme and i can't win against you or your powerful Destiny... I hate your goodness and pure heart... And i hate that___"

The moment the countdown was over, I put my hand on the doorknob. This was it. My marriage was done. And then someone opened the door from the outside. Lauren. Her forehead was covered in sweat. She probably did some exercise. The woman was breathing heavily, and the smile on her face was covered in guilt. "Sorry, Sam. I just sent someone home—" Then, she saw the suitcase and flight ticket. "Where are you going?"

The man was on purpose; he must have planned all of this with Aamber, so that Clarissa would not be able to move anymore. They left the island at noon. After landing on the Island of the Gods, Bali, they continued by plane to return home. “You must be happy.” Aaron grabbed Laurel's hand who was sitting next to him, smiling mischievously. She looked at him and laughed. “You are very cunning, Aaron Silverwhite.” Aaron laughed along with her and kissed her forehead affectionately.

I said in an authoritative tone. "USA has been taken over overnight, and you know the scary part? It was an inside job. We have a traitor, here in Eden."

The humming had caused a splendid view to the guests of the island. It was truly beautiful. "Ek sing vir my gode. Ek lewe vir my mans! ek geveg het vir my regte. Ek is lief vir my familie. o God! o God! hoor my sing. hoor ons lof. sien ons swaai. o god o god... o god genade." I sing to my gods. I live for my men! I fought for my rights. I love my kin. oh god! oh god! hear me sing. hear us praise. see us swing. oh god oh god... oh god grace.

“Can I get you anything?” Her head whips toward the voice. A kind old man with perched-up glasses appears behind the counter out of nowhere. “Uhm, I’m just here to apply for a job.” He smiles at her regrettably. “I’m sorry dear, but we’re not accepting right now.“ “Oh.”

i'll make**actual food Ezra: **deal. what time?** Me: **whenever. parents are gone** There's a pause, and I can feel him understanding what that means. Time alone. Space to be together without worrying about being heard or seen. Ezra: **2 hours?** Me: **perfect**