Exo Stories Novels & Stories

Anna was focused on stuffing popcorn into her mouth while scrolling through her phone, and I was savoring my second glass of wine, feeling it warm me from the inside out. “I still can’t wrap my head around this,” Anna muttered through a mouthful of popcorn. “You. Living in his apartment. It’s like some twisted rom-com plot.” She paused, then grinned mischievously. “Except—wait a minute—plot twist! The exes don’t end up killing each other.” “Not yet,” I replied, swirling my wine thoughtfully in the glass. Anna snorted. “You say that, but if you were truly unhappy, you’d be calling me daily to complain. You only brought it up now, which tells me something.”

Diane replied, but she knew how silly that excuse sounded. “Hmm … in my opinion, it is better not to take any chances. Men are dogs, and I should know, because I’ve had my fair share of heartbreak and betrayal from them over the years. I wouldn't trust any man, no matter how good he seems to be.” Nicole told Diane, joy bubbling within her. Let Diane also feel the pain of knowing that the man she loved had an interest in another woman.

Daisy’s POV “Where am I?” I asked, my voice trembling as I looked around the strange room. The walls were soft gray, and the bedspread was a gentle pastel. I blinked slowly, trying to clear the fog in my mind. “What happened to me?” I whispered aloud, trying to remember. I recalled being at Moxy, laughing with friends and drinking with abandon. Then suddenly, everything went dark. I remembered feeling dizzy, men closing in, and a loud commotion—a fight. My memories came in broken pieces, like a puzzle with too many missing parts. But one part was clear: there was a guy, and then the door opened in a flash, catching me off guard.

I trusted her and we went. Another day at the gate of life and death. The gate of hell waiting to be opened for my soul because I have done a lot that might not take me to heaven. Was I even worried about that? No! All my worries were Cardy. I have lost everything, it will be a great idea to start from the beginning rather than work like a slave just to quickly get rich. Not just as a slave, working like a walking dead. We got to the gate, my phone beeped, the brightness caught my attention. It was Elrod with a voice note.

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"You're most likely correct. Lately, life has become a bit more extravagant. When Annie finally looked up, she closed the menu and arched a brow. "More? Attempt to overwhelm. You're right in the center of a soap opera, in my opinion, with Tyler portraying a jealous ex, Caleb's spectacular reappearance, and this mystery surrounding the love letter. I looked at her with a grudging smile and sighed, a weight weighing on me. "You're not incorrect." She gestured for the waiter to take our order, which was a bottle of a powerful, deep-red beverage.

I felt my cheeks redden and burn up and I took a sip of my drink to distract myself. We stayed there longer than expected, talking about everything and nothing. He even told me a story about his first business and how it almost failed. “You almost failed?” I asked in surprise. “Spectacularly and woefully,” he said. “That is so hard to imagine.” “It should not be. Nobody gets everything right the first time.” “True, I hear you,” I said. As we finished eating, Adrian signaled at the waiter for the bill. “You do realize I am supposed to fight you for the bill now,” I said.

She climbed into bed and closed her eyes. Ding— Meanwhile, within a high-rise building of Qin Corporation, in a certain office, Serena, previously calm, was now gripped with agitation, her eyelashes fluttering uncontrollably. She was fixated on the text message on her phone. It was a simple message but with profound implications: "I'm pregnant." Initially, Serena had mistaken the incoming text as a work-related message for Oliver or some spam. It hadn't occurred to her that it could have been sent by Lillian.