Novel & Cerita Exy #wjsn

I flinched and dropped the plate like it was cursed. Damn women. I love them. But thank the skies I’m bi—I need options for survival. Tyra walked over, cool and smug, placed the brownies right in the middle—and fist-bumped Jax. Hold up. What? “You’re siding with him now?” I gaped. “My own sister? Traitor!” “Who’re you calling evil, you satanic menace?” Jax growled playfully. “You, obviously. Pussy.” That led to yet another wrestling match where Jax somehow ended up straddling me and I locked his arms behind his back, growling victoriously.

Emily The day was sunny, but not like yesterday’s scorching heat. No, today there was a strong breeze, signaling rain by the end of the day. The truck’s windows were all open, letting the wind whip my hair wildly. Marcos smiled, catching my attention, only for me to notice he was smiling at nothing in particular. When our eyes met, we grinned even wider, like two people sharing an inside joke. In our case, the joke was this overwhelming happiness that had exploded over us.

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I pulled my jacket closer to my body as I walked out of the vice chancellor’s office with Caleb following close behind. Today, I’d worn a bermuda short and a henley shirt paired with a ski jacket and black combat boots. You’d think I was in mourning because of the amount of black I had on. I had no makeup on and today I decided to let my hair loose instead of the normal cornrows. I swiped my tongue across my lips just to feel the coldness of the ring pierced on it.

Nice going, Jax. “What, you think I have a death wish?” I chuckle wryly. “Maybe,” she scoffs, capping her water bottle. “I don’t know what your damage is, I don’t know a thing about you.” “You know a few things.” Damnit. Again, speaking without thinking. Quinn’s eyebrows shoot up. “I mean, I… forget I said that,” I mutter, shaking my head. “Theo can never know,” Quinn says quickly, running a hand through her long hair. It’s a rich, chocolate brown color, with some lighter strands interspersed from spending time in the sun.

I finally released the breath I'd been holding. My reflection stared back at me from the mirrored walls. Calm on the outside. Anything but calm on the inside. Seeing Abe again had reopened a door I thought I'd locked years ago. One I had no intention of walking through again. My phone vibrated. Zephyr ❤️ A smile found my lips before I could stop it. Zephyr: Morning meeting done? I smiled as I typed. Me: Finally. His reply came almost instantly. «Good. Then you're officially stealing the rest of your weekend for me.»

I said as I opened the plate. “Brownies or Blondie's, I think.” Easton said and I stared at him in shock. “You think?” “I researched it and I came out as one of the recommended snacks to cheer up a grumpy woman.” He replied and I couldn't help but crack up. “Hold up, grumpy woman? You actually researched that?” I asked while lowering my gaze to the slightly burnt brownies. “They're burnt.” I pointed out as he sat on the adjacent chair. “Yeah sorry about that but I'm certain they don't taste bad.” He said, his eyes crinkling at the corner as he smiled at me, gesturing for me to take a bite.

She is only mine. Xx____xX

~Chris xx. "

“I-I’m not wrong, am I?” “No, you’re really wrong.” She poked her finger at her shoulder. “I’m Xyla Mayweather. Do you know how many men would queue in front of this hotel just to get the chance to spend 5 minutes with me? So, why should I abstain from anything only because of a married ex? Humans change. The man that I’m currently going out with is Mr. Hathaway, so I guess there goes your chance? Now know your place, go home, take a bath, and go to bed. Everything is possible in your dreams.”