Dia Menyukaiku Novels & Stories

Selama ini kau masih merasa Aku selalu menantimu Dua minggu kau tak menghampiri Karena kau dengan yang lain Ibanya hatiku, sayang (Lyrics of the Potret Band song). Every day or even night I sing it. Moreover, other than to strengthen my heart, and to cultivate my heart to be strong in recognizing the term love for monkeys that come and go like mushrooms.

I love you all ❤️🥰 Lydia❤️

, I said aloud. "Let me call her first and find out where exactly she is", I said as I picked up my phone and dialed my mum's number. "Hello my daughter", my mum said from the other end of the phone. "My special person, my pride, my all in all, my favorite, my own mother, my love, thank you so much for the food", I said while laughing. "Wait, all these praises because of food, I just pray that food doesn't kill you", she said laughing.

Chantal shook her head but looked at me, offering a small smile before turning back to her mother. “I want Yaya Lyana to be my Mommy instead. I don’t like you anymore, Mommy. Y-You always make Daddy cry… Yaya Lyana makes him happy. J-Just leave, Mommy. I want Yaya Lyana to stay here. I want her because she loves me… a-and you don’t. She’s the Mommy I want because she loves me.”

At the end of the fifty his appetite for hurting her had been sated. He took the rubber cock from her mouth, rinsed it off in the bathroom and put it away. He goes back to her with a few tissues and wiped the tears, drool and snot off her face. She was still breathing heavily as he asks her. "Are you going to do better next time you suck my dick, sweetheart?" She looked down submissively and answered quietly, "Yes, master." "Good girl." He replies

A room not too big but not too small, bigger than the room in her old house, quite comfortable and there was a lock on the door, she could maintain her privacy without them knowing. This house was much safer than her own, but she never wanted to live like this, she just wanted to be free and enjoy her remaining days to have fun, forgetting what was going on in her life. She doesn't even think about love, for her love is bullshit. SHe was even disgusted with herself, so she wouldn't let anyone else taste her again. She just wants to be alone.

I said. She answered with a smile as well and so we ate and I left to attend to the issue at hand. I entered my office and sat on my chair thinking about how cute she looked today. She was making it so obvious especially around Amy. I chuckled… I decided to play a nice song called “I call it love by Lionel Richie. As I listened to the song I reflected on my feelings for Selena. I realized that I truly did love her. She was everything I could have ever wanted in a mate.

"Hoy Diary kikiligin ka sa ikukwento ko. Kasi kanina. Paano ba 'to. Kasi ano. Kinikilig ako.... Ahhh! Hindi ko maisulat. Wait lang. Hihiyaw muna ako. Arghhhhhhhhhh! Sobrang galing n'yang mag pakilig. Nalaman ko ng Mahal ko na talaga s'ya. Kasi kanina kahit na nakikinig ako sa banda, mas nag focus pa ako sa katabi ko. Pinakita kong nag-eenjoy ako habang nakikinig sa tugtog ng banda pero ang totoo mas nararamdam ko ang hawak n'ya at ang kanta ng westlife. Ngayon fan na talaga ako ng 90's boyband na 'yon. Tulungan mo akong kabisaduhin lahat ng kanta nila. Hehe" "Muntikan na din akong himatayin sa kilig. Alam mo yung feeling na, nangyari ang tatlong list ko sa loob lang ng isang gabi. Nanuod ako

--Mytha, I Only Have a Heart-- Microcphone sound goes hand in hand with the song is played by the star cafe singer, Raisa is still busy with her thoughts. The song continued with a different title from the neighboring country, Malaysia. Ost Budak Cinta which is Raisa's favorite song because she saved the song on her cellphone when she bought an Apple cellphone. Raisa didn't move, she glanced at the young singer on the small podium. Suddenly he stood up, took a small bag and ran out of the cafe with a broken heart. Screaming in the pouring rain.