Novel & Cerita Group Favorite

An unfamiliar boy whispers beside my ear, biting my earlobe. * You can follow me on instagram @demiah13_ to get snippets of my incoming works etc....*

I whispered back, the shared heartache a balm at the moment—a reminder of the unbreakable bonds of our forbidden friendship. Winter's father began to speak at the front, his voice a shaky echo of authority as it cut through the hushed murmurs of the gathered. I listened to his words—a carefully constructed narrative of a daughter he believed he understood. But my heart rebelled against the portrayal of Winter as a flawless daughter surrounded by the constraints of perfect obedience. Winter was anything but. She was a force of nature, a rebellious spirit who charged headlong into storms of her own making. I averted my gaze out of respect for her family, unwilling to expose their grief to the

“But don’t worry about that. I don’t really care anymore and you know why? Because I have you kids and I know you love me. Right?” “Yes, mommy. We love you!” They Chorus enthusiastically. “And that’s enough for me.” I Muse, crinkling with a bright smile, they reciprocate the smile and we all resume eating. Except for Gianna who choose too ask, “mummy, who’s your Favourite among us?” “Gianna…” sunny pass her a cautioning look but knowing Gianna, she doesn’t just take a bow until her curiousty is satisfied. And I eagerly fetch the answer. “I don’t have a Favourite Gianna. I love you all equally. If I can kill for you, then I can do the same for your brothers as well.” and I Genuinely meant tha

I mean, who wouldn't adore a guy who's basically a modern-day dictator with a penchant for manipulation? But, hey, let's focus on the real issue here: my utter delight and non-existent resentment towards this whole arranged marriage thing. I'm not bitter at all about being treated like a broodmare or a prized possession. Nope, not one bit. Just bitter about him acting like he'd forgotten shit. And that pain I'm feeling? Oh, it's just my heart overflowing with happiness and gratitude towards Damien and that dead meat. I mean, who wouldn't feel grateful for being objectified and reduced to their reproductive capabilities?

An unknown number. It could be Elena. Or her boyfriend. My heart picked up speed as I dialed back eagerly. “Hello?” My voice wavered into the silence. I pulled the phone from my ear, checking the screen to make sure the call hadn’t dropped, then pressed it back, heart beating a little faster. “Hello, chocolate.” The nickname slid through the line like velvet, and despite myself, a smile tugged at my lips. “Dorian?” “I’m glad you still remember my name, gorgeous.” His voice was low, coaxing, threaded with a confidence that made my stomach flip.

" You mean aside from the fact that Louisa and Hunter share a strange resemblance in both features and personalities?" I reject any personality resemblance between my baby and that monster. " Their looks are common genes" I tried to argue. " Fine then what of other similarities? Like their interest in art? Or the preference for the color black? Or the strange attraction towards cupcakes with only blue sprinkles?." He is really observant to have noticed all these, because even I never noticed the sprinkles. " Art is a general talent and Louie doesn't like black that much" that's a lie, Louie's favorite color is actually black.

Not long after my wife and I got married, my mother-in-law unexpectedly had another child, a son. The entire family treated him like a miracle and let him get away with everything. Before long, he became an unbearable little monster. When he was ten, he pulled up a girl's skirt at school and yanked down her shorts. I confronted him about it, but my wife immediately turned on me. "He's my brother, not your son. What makes you think you have the right to discipline him?" I kept my anger to myself and moved out with our daughter, who had been growing more withdrawn by the day. Years later, the spoiled boy shoved a woman who was eight months pregnant down a flight of stairs. My wife calle

“Oh darling, trust me, women are not nice nor are they friendly, especially towards strangers. So whenever you see a woman doing that, especially someone you don’t know, there’s always a motive behind it. So it’s up to you to figure out what it is.” Then she pushed against the table and stood up. “I don’t care if you’re gay, bi, fluid, or whatever. All I care about is your happiness. And it brings me so much joy seeing you being true to yourself. Seeing you doing things that make you happy. My baby is all grown up now.” She teased, ruffling my hair playfully before leaning in and kissing me on the cheek. “Make sure you kill it out there.” She added, winking at me before she walked out.

“Uh, hey, Audrey, you said you like music. What kind?” “Hmm, I guess I’m more of a pop person but with an old soul? My ultimate favorites are The Beatles, Phoenix, and other artists whom you may have not heard about. Fun fact: I do love to dance when no one’s watching.” answered Audrey as she laughed. “...No I don't wanna be alone no more. Do you believe in love like I do?...” As we finished our meals, a new song came up, “Be Alone No More.”

“Can today get any worse?” I slowly found my way down to the kitchen, hoping to get some alcohol to calm my nerves. I looked around at how expensive his kitchen gleamed and wondered if he did anything here. “Gosh, his kitchen is so beautiful, it's just a pity… too bad the owner isn't pretty on the inside.” While ransacking the wine cabinet. “Finally — my favorite. Merlot. It's been long. I remember how I fell in love with you, and it's so good to see you again.” which my lips got talking to the non object but it gave me peace.